Night Lights Book Three Chapter Two
2/26/02
Time was passing quickly for Emma. She still had so much she wanted to do. It had been five months since Jim’s death and four since her first visit from the “others.” Spring was almost upon her. She was looking forward to the warmer weather. The winter had been especially harsh this year. Emma had found it difficult to cope with weather issues without a man in the house. The roof needed major repairs and someone was coming today to assess the damage caused by the leaks. Roads had been impassible for most of the winter and contractors had been cut off from their suppliers. Now that they were open again, the repair men around town had too many calls coming in that it had taken a couple of weeks to fit Emma into the schedule. Word around town was that anyone who could work with their hands was in great demand. Many of the men were hoping to earning some extra money in the coming months.
In the meantime, Emma was busy removing what furniture she could from the damaged spare bedroom. A couple of the neighbors had come early in the morning to give her a hand. She was grateful for the help. She had spent the previous evening working in the kitchen so that she would have plenty of treats to offer the workers. She even had a big pot of chilli warming on the stove.
Emma wanted to have her own affairs in order before she was claimed by the "others." This meant putting the house back in order as well. She wouldn't leave the house to her children in a state of disrepair. Since the damage of this winter had been an unscheduled setback, Emma was being cautious with her plans. She still had so much to do. She wanted to spend one last week visiting each of her children and then do some last minute things at home before she died much in the same way that Jim did.
Her greatest fear was that there would be no one to find her when she didn't wake up on that last morning. She would have to make sure she scheduled a brunch for that day so that there would be no delay in joining Jim. Her life would then be complete.
Time was passing quickly for Emma. She still had so much she wanted to do. It had been five months since Jim’s death and four since her first visit from the “others.” Spring was almost upon her. She was looking forward to the warmer weather. The winter had been especially harsh this year. Emma had found it difficult to cope with weather issues without a man in the house. The roof needed major repairs and someone was coming today to assess the damage caused by the leaks. Roads had been impassible for most of the winter and contractors had been cut off from their suppliers. Now that they were open again, the repair men around town had too many calls coming in that it had taken a couple of weeks to fit Emma into the schedule. Word around town was that anyone who could work with their hands was in great demand. Many of the men were hoping to earning some extra money in the coming months.
In the meantime, Emma was busy removing what furniture she could from the damaged spare bedroom. A couple of the neighbors had come early in the morning to give her a hand. She was grateful for the help. She had spent the previous evening working in the kitchen so that she would have plenty of treats to offer the workers. She even had a big pot of chilli warming on the stove.
Emma wanted to have her own affairs in order before she was claimed by the "others." This meant putting the house back in order as well. She wouldn't leave the house to her children in a state of disrepair. Since the damage of this winter had been an unscheduled setback, Emma was being cautious with her plans. She still had so much to do. She wanted to spend one last week visiting each of her children and then do some last minute things at home before she died much in the same way that Jim did.
Her greatest fear was that there would be no one to find her when she didn't wake up on that last morning. She would have to make sure she scheduled a brunch for that day so that there would be no delay in joining Jim. Her life would then be complete.
posted by Vickie at 4:57 PM
2 Comments:
have her own affairs in oder before
sorry - that amde me giggle. Otherwise both these chapters are short but well written. Funny though, how a writer's mind works when creating. I don't think I'd have thought about her dying and not being found...
but then I suck at short stories - too many details to think if and keep up with lol.
I fixed the error. Thanks.
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