Cal's Bedroom_The cottage at the end of the lane_Important Day_Inelegant but effective
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Cal's Bedroom
She didn’t ever think she’d see the floor in this room again. But, low and behold, there it is. Rebecca DuMaul had forgotten what color it was. Blue speckled. It’s taken her months to dig her way to the bottom. Months. Cal was never organized. She fought some to try to change that. Some. But that was a no-win battle. It’s not like Becky was ever organized. How could she ever expect him to be any differewww.onedoor.ccnt. So much clutter remains in piles and boxes and tubs. Sticks. Foam swords. Legos, legos, and more legos. Lego creations Becky doesn’t have the heart to take apart. Battleships...
The cottage at the end of the lane
Maeve first stayed with her Granny Eve and Grandad Clive when she was only six years old. Her parents, Sheelagh and Tom, had received a call from Tom’s mother calling him home urgently to the West Country, as his father was seriously ill. Eve and Clive were only too happy to take care of Maeve, who was a well-behaved, imaginative child, on whom they doted. Whenever they could they babysat Maeve and always made a point of attending the school Nativity play, where she was inevitably cast as an angel. They were only too aware however, that she had a mischievous streak and that her halo sometimes...
Important Day
Today is an important day. “Today is the day I finally get a new job,” she tells herself. She has been working at the same boring job for 5 years now. Day in day out it is the same thing, over and over again. No thought, no variety. She always told herself that was for the best. She could not do a job where she had to make any decisions. That would be a disaster. But she could not keep holding herself back like that. After all, she had come such a long way from how she used to be. When she was younger, she could never decide on anything to save her life. Simple things always sent her into a...
Inelegant but effective
Her heart stopped when she noticed the bottom left corner pane of the front door window was missing. It had been totally removed, no jagged edges remaining. Jess never would have noticed it but for the feeling of the cool March breeze, icy on her skin, as she walked through to the kitchen.How long had it been missing? Had it been gone earlier and she just hadn’t noticed? She’d passed this way at least once already today. Yesterday? The weather had been unseasonably mild this weekend; dry, very little wind. The pane obviously hadn't been broken accidentally, and effort had been made to make it ...