Janine sat and watched the rain falling down outside her bedroom window. She had woken early that morning to the sounds of wood pidgeons fighting upon the apex of her roof. Every morning they nestled there, but, today something was different, something had changed. There was a sense of unrest about her as she peered through her curtains. The sky was a mixture of dark grey and cloudy blue. Spots of rain fell against her windowpane as she noticed the wind had started to pick up too. A storm seemed imminent. The two fighting birds scurried away towards their tree top homes. Janine shivered at the thought of a thunderstorm, she hated the lightening.Putting on her dressing gown she pushed her fluffy pink slippers onto her feet. They were the ones that Mark had bought her. The ones that had always made her laugh – until, that is, he had left her for another woman.
Janine now lived on her own and part of her daily routine was to go downstairs each day and collect her mail from the mail box. She was a Proof reader for a well known publishing company and her mail box was normally quite full. Nobody else bothered to write. Such was her singleton life that she barely left the house each day except to do this simple mundane task and to collect groceries from the home delivery service at her front door once a week. She had moved into this town with Mark about three years ago and intially, was having a lovely, full life until that dreadful day when he announced he was leaving.She’d sort of given up on life and buried herself in her small world around her within the confinement of her own walls.
But, how she longed for Mark again. She missed his company, his warm, reassuring smile as he’d put her mind at rest over any concerns that she might have had. Yes, she missed his touch, his closeness and in a way,she was still grieving for the special thing that she thought they had both had. Still, opening the door to the outside world, she scurried down the path towards her mail box. ” How strange?” she thought as she undid the box, ” no mail?” Looking about her as if someone had sneaked up and stolen her mail, she walked back to the house with a feeling of disappointment. ” What would she do all day?” she said to herself. With no work, her day would be empty.
Janine decided to go and get a shower, ” Perhaps the mail man’s late?” she decided to herself. The water in the shower hit her with icy, cold, fierce taps ,” What on earth is happening today?” she growled within her head ” Is this going to be one of those days?” Feeling rather disgruntled now, she made do with the ice cold shower and ran a comb through her wet and tangled hair. Drying heself off quickly she pulled a dress out of her wardrobe. ” Why does eveything remind me of Mark today?” she asked herself as she slipped on the dress that Mark had thought she looked ” like a million dollars in” upon her body.Not really knowing why, she decided to wear her and his favourite perfume too. It was as if she was expecting him to arrive “home” any minute. Feeling rather pleased at the way she looked, she twirled around infront of her tall mirror, breathing in the scent of her favourite Perfume and flashed back to the first time she had worn this dress. It was on the eve of their engagement. She had been so happy that night. Mark had proposed to her over a candlelit dinner at Greswalds Restaurant in town.
Then smiling, she stopped. ” What was she doing? Was she going slightly off her head?” she thought. For some reason she had become all consumed by what was and what used to be. She had to stop. Walking sadly away from the mirror she remembered, ” yeah, like that was three years ago now! Crazy lady!” she scolded herself. All of a sudden she heard a noise at her front door. ” Who’s that?” she thought ” Nobody calls here on wednesdays?” Walking gingerly towards the staircase, she leered over the banister rail to look through the frosted glass of her front door. She could just about make out a man’s shape behind the net curtain that she pinned against the glass for further privacy. ” Is it the mailman?” she wondered. With greatest care, she tiptoed down the stairs and slowly walked towards the door, ” Why did she feel scared? What was that strange feeling she had inside?” She could see that the man was just about turning to walk away when suddenly she heard a voice, a familiar voice from outside. ” It’s o.k. I’ve got a key. I’ll let you in.” said the familiar voice. Feeling terrified now, Janine ran as fast she could, tripping over her dress as she climbed the stairs, until she went crashing through her bedroom door. Locking the door behind her she waited.
The house was silent now. A chill filled the air within the darkened rooms. The curtains downstairs had not been drawn. As the two men searched each room they both became drawn to the bedrooms upstairs. Climbing each step with methodical intent, they began to open each bedroom door until they came to stand at the one that was locked shut.
” It’s o.k. I’ll push it in” said one of them. With an almighty crash, the door fell against the walls. ” My God!” shouted one of the men ” Get a doctor!” But, it was too late. They found her just like that, the policeman and Mark. She had been dead for a few days. Tears filled Mark’s eyes at he looked at her lying there. For in her hands she held a book that he had written and her wedding ring was placed upon it’s cover. And, in his favourite dress she lay with a letter addressed to Mark upon her chest. Tears filled his eyes in overwhelming gulps as he opened her letter and read what was written inside, ” My Dearest Darling. How I have missed you, you’ll never know. Not a day goes by when I regret that you are no longer with me. Do not blame yourself for this – I had stopped living already and so it is no great loss. You were mine and I had lost you. You were my great loss. Now I am free of my pain. I will love you forever and always be with you, Janine x”
Mark walked away from what was the longest moment of his life. And as he got into his car, he could see the house was filling with coroners and police, he felt a strange sensation come over him. He could distinctly smell her favourite perfume all around him. And as he drove away, so did she.
Sources: My own ideas