Those of you who have been following my writing jorney will know that I took part in Nano Wrimo and successfully managed to reach 50000! My story, however, isnt over yet and id like to share another small taster for you to devour! I truley hope you have been enjoying my writing, and i can promise you that there is more to come! This morning I returned to my sisters house. I cant get rid of this nagging feeling that there’s something wrong. Sophie wouldn’t leave her children without knowing they would have been cared for. Her neighbour found the twins alone one morning and there was no sign of Sophie. If she had died from the virus her body would have been in that house. I have thought about this over and over, the only alternative is that she left to try and avoid the twins getting sick. But, she still wouldn’t leave with out making sure the twins were safe. I knew my sister and her children were her whole world. Looking around Sophie’s house is like freezing time. The air is so still the silence it leaves is deafening. The dust that has settled is almost beautiful as it glistened in the fractured light has found its way through the cobwebs. It had been 8 months since the outbreak, but the house looks 100 years old. Paper peeling from the walls, dirty mirrors struggling to reflect their surroundings. I slowly make my way through the living room towards the stairs. It feels so bizarre, like I am trespassing in my sister memories, not just her house. But I have a job to do. I push my emotions aside and search around in the obvious places, hoping to find something, well, obvious. Something that explains Sophie’s disappearance; A note, some instructions for whoever she had intended to look after the twins, damage that would suggest a break in. But there’s nothing, nothing obvious anyway. I collect up some of the twins belongings, which I know they will be happy about being reunited with. They’ve been wearing Sam’s and Lilly’s old clothes, but there aren’t many and they’ve had to deal with t-shirts that drown them or drain pipe trousers, as none of the clothes seemed to fit quite right. Unfortunately, I can already see that they must have grown quite significantly over the past 8 months and they may have to deal with tight fitting clothes for a little longer. Francine, one of our neighbours, has offered to adjust and make some more suitable sized clothing from the ones I have collected this morning which will help, until they grow again of course. I’m standing on the landing, at a loss as to what to do next. I feel like I’m trespassing, like I shouldn’t be in here. I carry on collecting some of my sisters belongings that I will give to the twins when they’re older. A photo album, a gold locket that belongs to Sophie, and a few books, including a baby book filled with keepsakes from when the twins were born. It’s too painful to look at them now, but I cant leave them. I visit the kitchen one last time and grab some left over tinned food from the cupboard. There isn’t much left to do. I sit at the dinning table, not wanting to leave quite yet.
Thank you to every one who visits my blog! Happy reading! Jeni Bee 🐝
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