Little Secrets #1

Here it is, as promised, the first installment in the writing series that will be developing as we go along. I need feedback on this, where the story should go. If you have suggestions for the future chapters(not the next one) just let me know, characters to add, a secret to incorporate.....just contact me on the form or in the comments below.

Little Secrets

“Until the end, you are here.” He had told her, laughing at her discomfort.
Years later, the words still echoed through her mind.
 
Lacy Addington was sitting on the front step of the summer house, recalling the times that she had spent on the front step at home. Thinking about how many times she had been called in by her mother for getting too cold watching the sunset. About how many times she had got up early and watched the sunrise, and fallen asleep on the swing seat. Her smiles faded slowly as she felt the all too familiar tugs of longing, and hurt. She remembered she had been in a car crash, or so they had told her. Not much before that could she remember. Except the sunrises and sunsets.
 
The hospital, her doctors, her father all thought she wouldn’t survive. She was put in a drug induced coma for 2 months, waiting, watching, hoping. When she healed, and was taken out of it, the first thing she was told was that her mother had died. For weeks, she had been in a state of shock, blaming herself for the crash. But she couldn’t even remember if she had been the problem, what if she was the fault, she had distracted her mum?
 
Lacy felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Are you planning to stay out here all night?” the voice said. A sad smile crossed her face as her father sat down next to her. At 46, he was still in prime shape, though the hair was starting to turn grey, and his neatly trimmed beard was salt and pepper coloured.
“Dad. I miss....” She stopped her voice barely above a whisper, “I miss mum.”
“I know sweetheart.” Her father replied, his fingers reaching for her, pulling her closer to him. Lacy let herself be pulled towards his chest and rested her head on his shirt. He held her tight as her tears fell, her blond hair obscuring her face as her tears broke the silence of the night.
 
Lacy didn’t remember making her way up to her bed the night before. She woke up, still in her clothes, under her duvet, in her bedroom. Her last thought was that of the sunset, and the cold that claimed her. After getting up, and getting changed, she made her way downstairs, to see her father working on the gardens off to the right of the house, around the pagoda. She fixed herself toast, and stood at the bench, eating it while she read the newspaper. She frowned when she saw the date.
“Monday June 18 2012?” She murmured; confusion in her voice. She left her breakfast dishes on the bench, intending to ask her dad what had happened. She left the front door wide open as she ran towards where he father was working. As she neared, she noticed that somebody else was with him.
“Paul, you really do tell the strangest tales.” The man said, laughing. He looked around her age, early twenties.
Her father, leaning on the shovel, noticed her before the man did and smiled.
“And here’s my sleeping beauty.” He told the man with a twinkle in his eye, “What can I do for you?”

 

Shall she continue and ask her father the date and why she remembers it to be different, OR ask who the man is and why he is here?

© Samantha Millar

Until next time,

Atra du evarinya ono varda,
(May the stars watch over you)

Samantha.

 

 

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