Friends’ Death
We leave Mulberry Lane and turn right at the end of the road.
We walk for about fifteen minutes and turn down a dark alleyway.
“You wouldn’t believe this would be here in the country would you?” I say.
“No you wouldn’t, but every village has it’s dark, ‘rapey’ areas.” Sandra laughs.
“Luckily you’re with me then if this is a ‘rapey’ area.”
“Yes I feel safe with you.” she says as she strengthens her grip on my arm.
The alley way leads to a road which is lined with big, American style houses. I spot a large white one in the distance.
The houses on this road are huge and expensive, they really look as if they’re in the wrong part of the world, which I then say to Sandra, my statement makes her laugh.
“I used to think that; every time I used to come here and see Ella.” Sandra says as she looks at the beautiful house in front of us.
“Is this where Ella used to live?”
Sandra paused and stayed silent.
We stand outside a large, white house. It has a footpath leading up to steps that lead onto a porch, which covers the entire width of the front of the house.
“Is this the house where Ella lived?” I ask Sandra again.
“Yes.” She says quietly as she begins to sob slightly.
“I’m so sorry Sandra.” I say as I pull her into my chest.
“You would have liked Ella and Nick, they were so lovely, such a nice couple. They were together for fifteen years before they decided to get married. They married and were married for only a year when some… Bastard came along and killed them whilst they celebrated their 1st wedding anniversary.”
What do I say to that?
“I know, this world is just unfair to a lot of people. There are people out there who take life for granted and for some reason, believe they have the right to decide people’s fate.”
“You’re right.” Sandra says with a tight throat.
She pulls her head from my chest and looks towards the house.
“I wonder who lives there now?” Sandra asks.
“I don’t know, hopefully someone happy to take away the negativity surrounding the history of the house.”
“I hope so.” Sandra says solemnly.
We stare at the house whilst hugging.
Sandra stares at the house continuing to sob.
“Can we go now?” Sandra asks.
“Yes of course we can.” I say.
We turn around and walk back home.