The 3rd picture was of a young man smart in army uniform, with a fine look in his eye, and the hint of a smile in his lips. This was her beloved husband, who had died four years previously. Oh how she missed him! He had always done his best for the family, made sure that food was on the table and been so kind to his family, especially the children. The pain of his absence physically hurt her chest.
There was a clock, an old-fashioned dark wood grandfather clock that had only the minute hand. The hour hand had been lost years ago, so telling the time was interesting guess work. The fading light of the dying day through long shadows over the old black and white television set with its snowy screen and crackling sound. Outside the small rear garden and shed were old, unused tools rusted.
Suddenly she heard the rapping of her front door knocker. She knew from its impatience sound that it would be…her landlord. His father had been the previous landlord and over the years showed himself to be a fair man. If there hadn’t been enough money to pay the rent he would trust, them to pay it later. He cared for his tenants. The son, however, was very different, impatient and interested only in money. He wanted the old lady out of his house so that he could sell the street to a supermarket complex. All the other tenants had left but were was she to go?
She was too old to start a new life: all her memories were here. ‘I’m coming’ she cried out tremblingly and in pain she pushed her self out of the armchair to make her way along the hall to the front door.
The knocker rapped again and she called to the unseen man again. It was then that a brown envelope floated through the letterbox. She opened the door and heard the roar of the powerful sports car, slowly, agonizingly to discover that she had been given notice to leave in a week’s time.
What was she to do? And who would help her move?
Tears welled up in her eyes as she crept back into her little world and sank once more into her armchair. Distress racked her body. She must have dozed off because suddenly she noticed the darkness in her back garden. It was then she heard the rapping on her front door. Fearing that it was the landlord who had returned she carried out again and tried to push herself out of the chair.
It was then that she noticed sunlight streaming through her front door. The door which swung open slowly, revealed a silhouetted figure that was just standing there. She felt a connection with that figure. As the figure moved closer she saw that it was a young man who was making its way along the hall and then she saw, with a start, that it was a young man dressed in army uniform. He had a fine look in his eyes, a firm set to his jaws and a hint of a smile on his lips.
He reached out his hands towards her as she felt herself moving out of the chair without any pain Then he spoke, ‘come it has been long. Come with me.’ She took his hand.
Together they walked in harmony, along the hall and walked out where there was the sound of children playing and sunlight brightening up the street. They passed through the door it closed slowly on them…for eternity.
By Nikita Mehta 9L
