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Mortar Doesn't Breathe.
The house was inanimate, dead ... because her child was gone.
Sue (Sooz) Simpson
I'm thirty nine, recently single again. I have two boys Cli' (pronounced clee) Real name Christopher and Mark. I'm a care in the community nurse and formerly (when I was married) an occupational Therapist working with the mentally ill on a secure unit. I love reading and writing and meeting people. I hate offal, seafood and intolerance. I keep dog, cat, polecats, rats and reptiles. And for seven years ran the second largest reptile sanctuary in Britain. Apart from having my lads, I think that's probably the most worthwhile thing I've ever done. Writing wise, I've been the main fiction writer for Legends magazine for three years.And have two books published 'Lizard's Leap' published by Quillusers, and 'Better the Devil You Know' soon to be released by Bestbooks.Um I drive a knackered old Astra, and ride a two litre trike. I live in the lake district of England, and am happy. :-)
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Mortar Doesn't Breathe.
Sue (Sooz) Simpson
The coffee turned traitor, refusing to be drawn out any longer; it had progressed down its various stages from steaming. The bitter sludge - that she had never really liked much anyway - had skimmed quickly past pleasantly hot, through unappealingly warm. Here it was good enough to linger kindly over tepid for sometime, until finally every last iota of warmth had dissolved into whatever substance cheap mugs are made from these days, and she had to admit that the damned coffee was stone cold and it was time for bed.
She pondered over how long she could reasonably take over the nightly ‘shutting down the house’ ritual. It usually took about two minutes; perhaps tonight it could be stretched to ten. Andrea took her cup through to the kitchen and carefully washed, dried and put it away. Somehow it looked less lonely sitting there in the cupboard with all its ‘mate’”; surely it was only her imagination that made the gaudy sunflower motif look more vibrant and sunny. Maybe she too looked less lonely when surrounded by people. Odd then, that that was when she felt most alone.
Andrea shook her head as she wiped an already spotless work surface; this is ridiculous. Snapping out of her lingersome mood she moved briskly now, ashamed of her dallying. Every light in the house shone comfortingly, each bulb a single branch of a collective beacon proclaiming to the neighbourhood that this was a house brimming with light and therefore also one full of life. She resolutely turned each light off as she passed by the switch, every click seeming to snap more loudly than the one before.
The fire tutted at her as though disappointed by redundancy at another day’s close, its “click, click, click” of cooling jets admonishing her long after she had turned the dial to “Off”.
The doors were already bolted and all the windows closed down against the chill night air and its predators. Only two more tasks and she could make her way up the stairs.
The weather girl with the unnaturally red hair that looked too bright for midnight warned of a cold windy night followed by more of the same the next day.
“Thank you so much for sharing”, Andrea had spoken aloud and her voice sounded brash in the cooling house. Regardless of what the girl was saying, hers was a voice in the room and Andrea hesitated with her finger poised over the button. She took a breath to steel herself and turned the TV off.
Silence. Complete, utter and total silence, even the fire had stopped tutting to listen to it. She ‘heard’ the silence and it hurt her ears as they strained to catch the enormity of its grating tone. This, she decided, was what she had been dreading most. The lamp was switched off with a click that actually made her start.
Up one flight of stairs. Turn right. Open door. Switch on light. And here we are: the bedroom.
The neatly made bed turned down as though ready for his return. She held her breath and once again listened to the house. It too must be holding its breath because she could not hear it breathing. Perhaps it had died, or maybe it was just waiting for things to return to normal before it exhaled.
This room, usually so perfect, but tonight so wrong. Bart Simpson’s yellow mocking face leered up at her from the bright duvet cover. Mr. Bilbo the battered old Teddy was not on the bed. It comforted her to know that old Bilbo was tucked under her little boy’s arm; whatever adventures lay in store they would meet them together. Andrea turned sharply, only to lock eyes with Crusty the clown. She had painted the mural herself. A happy, grinning face full of colour and cheer, but tonight he looked maniacal. He had perfect circle eyes thanks to a coffee jar lid, and permanent marker pupils with a strategically placed tiny white dot that gave his eyes that cheeky glint. Yesterday he’d had laughing eyes; tonight they gleamed with insanity and malice.
Thirty seconds and still the house had not taken a breath, nor let one go.
His bedroom. Empty without him.
She had been smiling as he stepped off the kerb and moved towards the car.
She had heard the car’s horn.
And then its brakes.
And then he was gone.
She left his waiting bedroom and the door closed behind her with a gentle click. As usual when she brushed her teeth she ran water into a mug rather than leave it flowing as she did in the mornings. The plumbing ran behind the walls in his room. Oh, it was a good two years since he had believed that the water clanking down the pipes was a monster out to get him, but ever since then she had rinsed from a mug of water so as not to wake him. Tonight was no exception, and as she brushed she kept one ear open as always for sounds that he had been roused from sleep. Andrea put her toothbrush back in the holder next to his, and felt a pang of guilt as she realised that tonight for the first time in seven years he had not cleaned his teeth. Such a silly little thought, but it seemed important nonetheless.
He didn’t take his toothbrush with him.
She lay in bed and for the first time it dawned on her that when he was one floor above and at the other side of the house, on some level, maybe only an instinctual one, somehow she could hear her little boy breathing while he was asleep.
Tonight that was missing. It was too quiet, too still.
The house forgot to breathe.
She rolled over and smiled as she saw the photo beside her bed of his wickedly impish face; Oh well matey, won’t be long until tomorrow morning.
It was his first night away from home; the first time her baby had been brave enough to accept the invitation of a sleepover. Her little boy was growing up. She remembered again his brave smile and her encouraging one as Mrs. Mitchell had stopped outside the house and tooted her horn. His moment of sheer panic as he realised that he had almost forgotten Mr. Bilbo, and his ‘I don’t need that’ attitude in front of his friend Sam as she had tucked the old bear into the car beside them.
A toot of the horn.
The sounds of the handbrake releasing.
And her baby was gone.
Her last thought before she slept was, “I wonder if Mr. Bilbo’s magic extends to protecting un-brushed teeth.”
And the house waited to exhale.
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