Hello all, so I have another piece of prose to share – although I don’t really think this one is all that good. I’m not sure, so let me know in the comments if you like it! 🙂
It was tipping it down at four in the afternoon in December, and Margaret was alone, watching television even though there was nothing on, when the doorbell rang.
She lifted herself up from her seat, grimacing as her back ached. She didn’t really feel like walking to the door, but she thought she should see who it is, she wasn’t expecting company.
The doorbell kept ringing, and Margaret called out “On my way!” trying to disguise her frustration that whoever it was was being so impatient. She was a seventy-four year old woman and she didn’t like to rush herself.
When she reached the door and opened it, there was no one there, but whoever it was had left a package. Margaret looked down at it, confused. She had not ordered anything. She didn’t even use the Internet. Surely this must have been delivered in error? And why did the postman not wait for her to sign it or do whatever she needed to do? She felt slightly annoyed that they’d gone, as the confusion could have been resolved quickly if they’d stayed.
Suddenly a door banged from inside the house, startling Margaret. She wouldn’t have thought there was enough breeze to cause a door to bang.
She leant down and focussed on picking up the parcel with the least amount of nerves or shaking. She rested one hand on the door frame for support and bent down slowly. The package was heavier than it looked so her other hand struggled slightly to lift it. When she’d lifted it, she noticed the address, and the package was definitely for her.
She went back inside and put it down, taking a moment to rest before attempting to open it.
There was a great deal of tape and cardboard to get through but eventually she found a large photo album inside, simply titled on the front – ‘Memories’.
There was also a letter.
I am sorry it took me all these years to get back in touch. One can only hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me. Your mother may not have wanted anything to do with me but I have a right to see you, and she can no longer hinder that.
Please do not take that to mean that I’m glad she has passed – I loved your mother very much.
Please accept my apologies for all I have missed in your life.
I am with you now – and always.
All my love,
Your father, Albert.
Margaret stared at it, astounded. This letter could even not be possible – it had to be someone’s idea of a joke.
When Margaret was ten, her mother had told her that her father died in the war only two months after Margaret was born.
(So basically, the father could now be a g-g-ghost, or the mother was lying. The first option might make the story a bit silly and especially made me very tempted to put “I am with you now – just look behind you” in the father’s letter, which would be ridiculous. Anyway, I’ll leave it up to readers to interpret! Also, I was wondering if this story is better suited how it is at the moment or whether it needs to be continued? As the ending to me feels a bit sudden/rushed and I hope that doesn’t make it disappointing for readers.)