Sara woke to silence, the absence of sound breaking her sleep. In her half-awake state, she imagined that the world had come to an end during the night, quietly, softly, unheard. Her brain slowly churned into life and common sense curtailed her fanciful thoughts. She dragged her sleep-softened body out of bed, curious to see what was really happening outside.
She poked her head through the gap in the curtains and for a moment was disorientated, resorting to rubbing her eyes to chase away the remnants of sleep. Then she realised that her vision wasn’t blurred after all. It was snowing. Oversized flakes drifted out of the sky, coating everything below. A thick eiderdown of snow enveloped the bushes, the garden gate and the path. As for the road – the road was empty. Blissfully, silently, empty. In place of the cars idling at the kerb as parents decanted children into the primary school next door, was a solitary cat. Sara watched it picking its way through the now unfamiliar landscape, lifting each paw high, shaking it, setting it down. Every now and again, it would pause, sniff the air, and then move on. Continue reading “The Witness”
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