It was just another rainy day in Dublin. The grey sky hung low over the buildings on Rialto street. A blackbird sat on the windowsill. Its feathers soaked, its beady eyes staring at eleven year old Nina as she looked up at the weeping sky.
The rain gurgled down the drainpipe onto the street below where Nina’s mammy waited for her friend Kay, her overnight bag on her arm. Lil tilted her umbrella and looked up. She smiled and waved before linking Kay and heading down the street towards the hospital.
Nina could hear them laughing about the hole in the umbrella which wasn’t much protection from the lashing rain. Nothing could protect her mammy that day.
It was just another rainy day in Dublin. It was the day that Nina’s mammy walked down the street and never came home.