I suppressed a shiver as I felt for a switch. She didn’t answer even though she’d heard. “I’ll take care of the attic,” I shouted to let Patricia know where I’d be. What I’d come here to save was not in there anyway. And I didn’t need to see the Patty-storm ravage the living room. I could very well imagine her grabbing the souvenirs and knickknacks that cluttered the shelves, and appraising them with snobbishly raised eyebrows before tossing them into a box. She then disappeared at an angle of the living room, behind the stairs. She dumped the folded cardboard boxes next to the armchair and propped them against it. I watched her go in, stomping her heels on the floorboards, disturbing the silence. “Dunno about you, but I’ve got other things planned for today.” How disappointed it would be when it’d find out… It seemed as if it was just waiting for my grandpa to come home, sit in there and smoke his pipe. I could see the armchair in the living room through an archway straight ahead. I held my breath and pushed it further slowly, with reverence. The door opened a crack with a mandatory creak to add to the tomb feel. I slid the key into the lock and turned it. But I couldn’t just do an about-face and leave. As if I was about to enter a forbidden tomb and the forest disagreed with my actions. I pulled out of the car and climbed the few wooden stairs that led to the porch. How long exactly had it been? I could hardly remember… The joy of this place and its memories were but echoes of a past long gone. The peaceful silence reflected my pain in contrast. The wind blew the leaves to life, turning them into thousands of waving hands, greeting me back.Ī heavy sigh rested on my chest. The house stood at the heart of a clearing in the woods, surrounded by dozens of tall trees. I drove up the dirt path and on a dry branch which broke with a loud snap.
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