Move your mouse over here!
Previous page

The Visitor

Opening my eyes, I know I must have slept for quite a few hours. Sleep, when it comes is precious. I feel rested.

I am starting to adapt more to my routine, welcome it even. I never did wear a watch, to busy living in the moment. Mum alway called me the flaky one. Said I needed to start taking more responsibility and grow up.

I stiffen slightly as I hear the door opening. His face is covered. He puts dry toast and tea on the floor. He turns, bolts the door and rattles a key in the lock. It must be morning.

Story by:

Maeve Heneghan

submitted at 6:02pm

27 January 2011