About the work

The broom handle, broken in two, was only ever used to prop open the rear hatch. It must have belonged to someone’s mother. The car, a Cortina, had always been a family car, never a workhorse, but it was doing its last work now. The pigeon on its roof seems to understand this – a momentary stop before an irreversible journey. It’s hard to imagine what could possibly be left behind in the house now, after all these boxes. I wonder if the pigeon knows where it’s going.