Sylvia - By Bernadette
Sylvia went to the building society then home again to get ready for her two week break. Her and Sid would do this every year, a surprise and exciting trip away, telling no-one where they were going, not even knowing themselves. A year had passed since she lost him and she felt she owed it to them both to continue the tradition. Neighbours and family were told of her departure, accepting that this was her wish. Nobody saw the young man admiring her garden while she brought out the wheelie bin, or the other dark figure entering her house.
Ambition is the path to success. Persistence is the vehicle you arrive in.
I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don’t dare to let out.
Alison has the flat above me, we’ve never got along. Mostly because of her hatred of animals and my love of them. I’m positive she is responsible for the disappearance of my old cat and, just yesterday, I caught her hissing at my dog.
Every morning her door slams and her footsteps thunder down the spiral staircase.
‘Those high heels will be the death of her’, our landlady often says.
Just as my kettle begins to whistle I hear her door slam and think about the tennis ball on the stairs, my dog’s never been interested in playing fetch.