Summer with Florence.

My summer holidays as a child spent reading and hanging out in woods,

Befriending an old lady called Florence (nicknamed Ms Nightingale) who chose me from a group of friends, saved her deserts to give to me and kept me entertained for hours telling me about her beloved family that never visited.

I came back next summer and they told me she was dead,

my first dealing with death, i didnt quite understand.

so I waited outside for her until finally Her empty chair said everything.