Angela closed the door behind her,
rubbed her aching back and looked around at the multitude of
cardboard boxes surrounding her.
A house of her own! How long had she
waited for this day.
She was looking forward to making it
her home, surrounding herself with her special things.
But first things first! She went into
the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea, carried it back into the
lounge and sat on the floor.
Absent mindedly, she tore open the box
nearest to her.
There, inside were her childhood mementos – the doll that her aunt had given her for her fifth
birthday, the photos of her school friends, the teddy bear that she
used to carry everywhere.
She sipped her tea, delving into her
past, smiling as she pulled out each item.
Glancing around at the house, she
smiled. Yes this place would make a perfect home, one that she could
make her own.
The sudden death of her partner had
certainly been well timed. The insurance money meant that she could
move out of the tiny, damp rented flat that the had shared!
The police never did find out why he
had died – but she knew!
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