Breezy Cottage
With feet weary from the long trek
Angela sat on a nearby grass verge
to have a rest. The small pram's
wheel now buckled was holding her
young child that was waking for its
evening feed. It was difficult enough
with her suitcase and baby things
with out having to struggle with a
broken pram. She took from her
pocket the directions her friend had
given her to the cottage.
Turn left at the sign for Crabapple
Green and its first turning on the
right. No longer able to rest her
luggage on the pram she now
struggled desperately with the last
part of her long journey.
She could barely see the name
Breezy Cottage hidden beneath the
overgrown creepers. The gate
rusted was hard to push open.
Angela wondered what she had let
herself in for. She hadn't expected it
to be so wild.
She ploughed her way through the
creepers, roses and knee high grass
to the small lonely cottage. The door
desperate for some oil creaked
noisily as she pushed it open. The
room smelt musty but seemed well
enough furnished. Firstly she must
feed the infant that was now
demanding her attention. She was
glad to see there was an electric
kettle and luckily she'd purchased
some bottled water on the way just
for emergency.
After feeding her child Angela
explored what was to be her new
home. Upstairs was a one large
bedroom and a box room. She
would have the baby in with her for
a while so there was heaps of room.
Downstairs was a living room and a
scullery. Not very modern but
adequate for her needs.
She glanced at her watch, nine
o'clock and already nearly dark.
Her friend Sara was due to ring to
check she was o.k. What a good
friend she had been to her letting
her use the cottage that she'd just
inherited from her old aunt and
even to go as far as to buy her a
new phone so they could keep in
contact. Angela was glad to hear
her friends voice, she was already
feeling lonely as she hadnt spoken to
a soul all day only to ask for her
railway ticket.
And then came the blow."Angela"
her friend said, "I didn't tell you
before, but I'm going away for a few
weeks. Will you be ok? I will try to
ring you. I know Mark won't find
you, you'll be quite safe."
Heavy hearted, tired and with no
radio or television for company she
took herself off to bed. Within what
seemed only minutes she was
awoken by a gentle tapping on the
window.Her heart raced, there was
a full moon that gave enough light
for her to find her way to the
window, peering out she could see
shadows moving near the bushes.
Scared that Mark had come to find
her she began to tremble.
Just then a sweet sickly smell
wafted through the small open
window. She had smelt that smell
before in Marks car.She slammed it
shut tightly. Don't be stupid she told
herself your imagining things. He
can't have found out where you are,
Sara is the only one who knows.
She returned to her bed and tried
to shut the house noises from her
mind. She drifted in and out of sleep
untill she was awoken by the dawn
chorus.
She yawned stretched her arms
before making her way to the
window. It was still quite breezy and
the wind was brushing a rose branch
across the window pane. She
looked down at the hedge below
where they too were swaying. She
laughed , her imagination had been
working overtime. It was all to do
with the moon and the shadows. But
what about the smell? how could
she account for that.
That evening when she was sitting
outside reading she was to discover
what is was when the sweet smell of
honeysuckle drifted towards her. It
was the same as the air spray that
Mark used in his car.
Once that puzzle was out of the
way she felt more relaxed and
leaning back in the chair she
reflected on her life with the Jeckel
and Hyde character who she once
loved deeply and now loathed with
an equal passion.
She was brought back from her
thoughts by the baby who gave a
little whimper. Cradled in her arms
she sighed as she nursed the tiny
child who was the replica of his
father and prayed his looks would
be the only thing he inherited.
Mean while the taxi had just
stopped at Saras. Mark beaming
from ear to ear got out to help her
with her cases.
As they strode up the gangway of
the ocean liner the couple giggled
like young kids.
"Where did you say the cottage
was," Mark asked.
"I didn't, will tell you later," she
said. "Lets get on and spend some
of this lovely dosh Auntie Dolly left
me."
His response was as Sara had
predicted, she new him well, but
how well did he know Sara?
Thats another story.
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