#NaNoWriMo Day 3
In which I decide this will be the last post with extracts from my ongoing memoir as a NaNo Rebel. I hope it leaves you wanting more!
I am standing at the bottom of the stairs. I can hear Granny’s stick on the floor above and I turn back.
‘Is that you, Rich?’
As I creep towards the kitchen, a fountain pen falls out of my pocket. ‘Rich?’ The woman is a stranger to me. I know she is standing at the top of the stairs looking down. She wears a long narrow skirt and an equally long, grunge-coloured cardigan. She reminds me of my history teacher whose buttons are always done up the wrong way.
I scuttle through the kitchen and clamber over gumboots and riding hats to get to the back door. I love my cousins’ house. I love pootering about in and out of the rooms and up and down the corridors but now there is a granny flat within because Grandpa has died and Granny is living with my cousins. It means the freedom to roam is no longer there.
She is not a witch. She is not even horrible but I cannot talk to her. She makes me shiver. She is so tall and long and thin and gaunt, and the noise of her stick makes me want to bash her with it to see if any emotion can be harvested. She cannot touch or hug, and is it violets or lavender I smell? Perhaps it’s mothballs. I know her name is Violet, Vi for short, but I cannot associate it with flowers. Only later do I learn that she used to be very active, that she fell from a ladder while decorating and broke her hip and was never the same again.
Sarah Vernon © 3rd November 2013
Take care and keep laughing!
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