Miss A______
Author's Note: Part 1 of a few. Part 1 You knew from the moment the letter arrived that you were going to attend. You got in the taxi because… why? Can you put your finger on the reason? Need? Want? Lust? Adventure? Boredom? Who cares! The letter dropped onto the mat at five past ten last Tuesday, and the inevitable consequence was that you would be stepping out of a taxi today, outside a well kept georgian house on a bright leafy street, fighting with your emotions. Ring the bell? Walk away? It’s not too late, you can still leave. But you know you won’t; can’t. Partly because this is something you need to do, something in you is driving you to be here, and you know if you leave now you’ll regret it forever. But also because, as the letter instructed, you have left your house without keys, wallet, or coat. You would have to walk home and break into your own house. ...