It’s a very long time since I posted any fiction on this page, and as I was thinking that, serendipitously a message arrived from Julia with a new 100WCGU.
“Have you heard,” said Carol, “the corner house has been let.”
“Oh that’s good. I haven’t liked seeing it empty. Who’s moving in? A family?”
“No, a few nurses sharing.”
Rosemary imagined fresh-faced young women; serious, caring, calm. Metaphorical cool hands on the neighbourhood’s brow; Anna Neagle playing Edith Cavell, selfless and saintlike. Or was she thinking of Audrey Hepburn?
She was unprepared for the reality.
Soon she longed for cold weather, heavy rain, blizzards.
“Please let me sleep,” she prayed each unrelenting night, as music and shouting spilled from their house through her tightly closed windows.