Here comes Nadiya, hurrying around a corner on almost silent rubber soles. Her light brown hair is billowing behind her as she runs, and she can't help thinking that her mother's mother wouldn't approve. Grandma had wanted her only daughter to have blond children, like herself.
Slightly out of breath she stops in front of a flight of stairs leading to a grand door. She takes two deep breathes, smoothens the short skirt, which had ridden up her thighs, and climbs the stone steps.
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Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Sunday, 11 December 2011
One
Anne woke with a cough. Her body was choking on something she could not immediately identify; her surroundings were a blur of dancing light.
‘Oh shit, I fell asleep in front of the TV again,’ she thought, but then realised that was not all. The dancing lights were red and orange, not at all like TV, and the reason why her vision was blurred was the smoke that filled her parent’s living room. She had fallen asleep in front of the TV, and as the Christmas candle had burned down, the paper beneath had caught fire...
Anne got up hurriedly, realising that she had to stop thinking and leave the house, but fell down onto the sofa again, dizziness holding her tight. With a groan and panic flaring up in her stomach, she slid to the ground and crawled to the door. At least the way out was clear ahead of her.
As she stumbled out of the front door, Anne heard the sirens announcing the immediate arrival of the fire brigade. Then someone grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from the house.
“Thank God you’re all right! I was so scared for you, girl!” Her parent’s elderly neighbour must have called the fire brigade, and now she stared at her with a mix of concern and relief. Before Anne could think of a reply, the first fire engine hurtled around the corner, followed by two more and an ambulance. Suddenly people were shouting all around her, then someone separated her from the old woman and dragged her away. An oxygen mask was pressed over her nose and someone gently forced her to lie down. Then the bang of a door closing, and silence.
‘Oh shit, I fell asleep in front of the TV again,’ she thought, but then realised that was not all. The dancing lights were red and orange, not at all like TV, and the reason why her vision was blurred was the smoke that filled her parent’s living room. She had fallen asleep in front of the TV, and as the Christmas candle had burned down, the paper beneath had caught fire...
Anne got up hurriedly, realising that she had to stop thinking and leave the house, but fell down onto the sofa again, dizziness holding her tight. With a groan and panic flaring up in her stomach, she slid to the ground and crawled to the door. At least the way out was clear ahead of her.
As she stumbled out of the front door, Anne heard the sirens announcing the immediate arrival of the fire brigade. Then someone grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from the house.
“Thank God you’re all right! I was so scared for you, girl!” Her parent’s elderly neighbour must have called the fire brigade, and now she stared at her with a mix of concern and relief. Before Anne could think of a reply, the first fire engine hurtled around the corner, followed by two more and an ambulance. Suddenly people were shouting all around her, then someone separated her from the old woman and dragged her away. An oxygen mask was pressed over her nose and someone gently forced her to lie down. Then the bang of a door closing, and silence.
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