Everyone has seen them. I'm sure I'm not the first ?

Dark shapes that flitter in the periphery of your vision. Tantalizing shapes that disappear when you turn towards them. Figures that play with our minds. One minute they're there and the next they're gone.


6. Abandoned

I arrived back in our cosy little domain around 5.30pm. I was a little later than I normally would be as I had been asked to stay back to complete an audit. I instantly knew that something was wrong. The wonderful aroma of cooking food was distinctly absent when opening the door. At first I thought that she was still out in the town. Lately she'd took to walking on the moors above the town during the day. She enjoyed the solitude of the moors. I suspect she also felt constrained with living in a house for an extended period of time. After all she was used to living on the move. She'd never spent more than a few months in anyone place 

I sat down in the living room to await her arrival. As the light started to drop I began to start to worry. She'd never been gone for so long before.Where was she, my mind went into overdrive trying to work out why she wasn't at home. A sudden thought ran through my brain. Had she left me. the thought turned my blood to ice. I was beside myself with worry. I ran up the narrow stairs towards our bedroom. opening the door I went straight to the wardrobe. Although Sinead wasn't into material possessions as such, she'd never have left her clothes. Holding my breath I opened the door in trepidation. 

Hanging from the hooks were all her clothes. The smell of her perfume came out at me as I fingered the fabric. I'm afraid to say that I leant into the wardrobe, closing my eyes to take in that delicious fragrance. I stay there for a few minutes in silence. Coming around again I realised that she hadn't left me. Doves soared on the thermals as it hit me. However my mood didn't last long before I then turned to a dark mood. If she hadn't left then where was she ? 

A thought occurred to my taxed brain. I was sure that I'd seen her coat hanging on the hook by the front door. racing downstairs I banged my knee on the side of the door jam. limping I continued down the stairwell. There on the hook was her coat. Now there was no way that Sinead would have gone out without her wonderful bright red coat. 

I sat there until well in the night, watching the door. Whilst I didn't believe that she had left the house that day, I couldn't think of any other explanation.  

Later in the night, I went upstairs and took her favourite dress out of the wardrobe. I lay it on the bed next to me and gathered it in my arms. Tears splashed down from my eyes as I lay there. I rocked back and forwards cradling her gown tightly in my grasp. Sobs racked my body as I let go. Where was my dear Sinead, why had she gone. Despair had replaced the euphoria of only a day before. 

It was in that instant that I saw the first dark shape that I had seen in a long time. Blinking back the tears, I kept it in my sight, as I had taught myself to do years ago. It was looking at me. Horrifically it was smiling an insane grin. Why in my hour of need did I find I was being confronted by the shapes. After years of never seeing them, I was again being visited, and this time whilst I suffered the grief. 

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