The Homecoming

Posted on December 21, 2009. Filed under: Short Stories | Tags: , , , , |

The walk up the last flight of stairs seemed to take forever.

It was either her willingness to get that reaction she so wanted; needed. Or her curiosity to see how he was or the need to satisfy the aching feeling in the pit of her stomach that she missed him. She missed him. Of course she did.  He was waiting for her. She was nervous.

The way she left. The things she had said to Adrian as she walked out the door that day.
I feel suffocated. I feel trapped. I can’t move. I’ll die if I stay here.
The words were just as fresh now.

Would he love her? Did he miss her? What had Adrian been saying about her?

She looked around as she neared the stop of the stairs. Everything looked the same. The lady at no.23 still had her Christmas decorations up from last year. Though, she thought, it has been a whole year so it’s quite possible that she’s just put these up again. Recently.

Her mind wandered back to this time last year. How could she have left him at Christmas? It was the pressure of it all. The cooking, the cleaning, the running around trying to make everybody happy. Everybody but herself.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she noticed the bike outside. It was the bike she had bought him last Christmas. It looked like he had been using it a fair bit. It was muddy and the front wheel looked like it could do with a pump. The thought of a muddy bike made her smile. Right now the mud represented so much more than just, well, mud. He remembered her. Loved her.

Or did, he?
After all it was just a bike.

She was now standing at the door. No.21 it read. She remembered. Looking closely she could see the marks of the time he tried to scratch his name into the door. He struggled. So sweet.

She knocked. Twice. The door slowly opened.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She opened her eyes and took him in.
He was gorgeous. She fell in love with him all over again. He smiled a slightly nervous smile. But she could tell he missed her. He did. He loved her. She loved him.

Her heart broke.

She bent down. Picked him up and held him tight.
So tight.

‘Hello Mummy. Merry Christmas’


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