25 February 2013
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Dora had hated the fact that the bus stopped right outside of her house. The long winding gravel drive wasn't really long enough. She enjoyed the walk, those short moments before she would be consumed in the business were so precious. Although today, she was glad of it. The rain hammered down as it had all day, and as she ran down the drive way she wished she'd taken an umbrella.
Some people probably would have paused when the entire house came into view. The 17th century manor home was both beautiful and overwhelming at the same time. The once light bricks had darkened with time, and the slate roof and black lattice windows seem to frame the green featured ivory that grew up one side of the long trellis. In the rain, the entire house, although gloomy, seemed to beckon people in. With warm light from the rooms peeping through the windows, she imagined that people would be faced with a difficult choice. Would they enter this strange gloomy home, whose face although seems cold, the heart beneath shines through. Or would they continue what could perhaps be a long search for a welcoming place to find shelter?
For her the option probably wasn't as easy as many would have thought. She'd spent all day "learning", now she'd spend the evening actually learning... Even now as she opened the front door she could imagine her dads skeptical face as she told him she had to revise. He would just shake his head ferociously, and say "the only thing you need to revise are our maps, and the only thing that maths will help you how deep you need to dig the hole and how much you're getting paid for it." Her father was a man of few morales. And most seemed to point the wrong way.
Dropping her bag and kicking her shoes off, she stepped onto the polished mahogany floor, as a child she'd memorised where the hot pipes ran under the floor. Walking the track of pipes, feeling the heat rise though her socks, she danced around to her fathers study. Time for her extra curricular activities.
©Odd 25/02/13
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