Short Story
Kerri was looking forward to the adventure of a lifetime – until her parents dropped a bombshell
When you’ve just turned 21, you can do anything you want to do, be anything you want to be. This is my mantra and I’m about to dance my way around the world, on an ocean liner no less, setting sail in two weeks’ time.
I glanced at the clock in my car. In about 10 minutes, I would reach the home of my parents, Zena and Freddie. I decided to spend the next two weeks before my trip with them, since I wouldn’t be seeing them for months. And I hadn’t spent much quality time with them during my time at the dance academy.
Dad was enthusiastic about my impending visit; Mum, on the other hand, was a bit quiet when I called her on her mobile. I suspect it was because she was busy. Not something to dwell on.
I pulled onto the driveway of the cottage. My parents had bought it as their country retreat, a respite from busy city lives. But they had now decided to move here permanently since taking early retirement.
Dad was waiting for me with his trusted pal Chippy, our adorable cocker spaniel, who gave me a boisterous welcome.
‘Hello, boy! Have you missed me?’ I said, ruffling Chippy’s coat while he wiggled eagerly. Dad hugged me and led me into the cottage.
I had expected to smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. Despite her hectic life, my mother had always produced delectable meals, particularly on special days. And it was one of those days. It was my homecoming, for a couple of weeks at least. Only, there was no aroma wafting from the kitchen. And no Mum. In fact, no sign of her anywhere.
‘Where’s Mum? Don’t tell me she’s forgotten I’m coming!’ I headed for the kettle, gagging for a cup of coffee.
‘She’s not here,’ replied
Dad, quietly.
‘I can see that.’
I began to giggle, but then noticed my father’s creased brow – and he was avoiding eye contact too.
‘What’s wrong? Dad, has something happened?’
‘You could say that,’ he replied wearily, sitting himself down at the kitchen table.
I joined him there, ignoring the steaming kettle. This seemed to be serious.
‘Your mother and I had a silly, stupid argument a couple of weeks ago, just before the move, and she refused to come with me. Now she doesn’t know whether she will come here at all.’
‘What! She has to. She loves it here.’
‘She’s moved in with Leonora, her madcap friend, who is, no doubt, putting weird and wonderful ideas into her head.’
‘Oh, Leonora’s all right. A bit quirky maybe, though I’ve known her to be downright bizarre at times. What ideas? Dad, what’s going on?’
‘Your mother wants to find herself, to travel…’ he said, flatly. ‘Well, she can still travel, even more so now t
