Firmament - Le Cercle Littéraire - Thế Hữu VÄn Äà n - The Literary ...
Firmament - Le Cercle Littéraire - Thế Hữu VÄn Äà n - The Literary ...
Firmament - Le Cercle Littéraire - Thế Hữu VÄn Äà n - The Literary ...
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Firmament</strong> Volume 3, No. 1, April 2010 48<br />
o o o<br />
<strong>The</strong> thriller on the television was reaching fever pitch with the pursuer coming ever closer to the girl.<br />
Her fear leapt from the screen like some tangible evil force pervading the room, transferring itself to<br />
Mrs. Mai, who suddenly became acutely conscious of the fact that she was alone in the house.<br />
A chill spread throughout her veins and she stopped munching sweets to look about her.<br />
Everything was just the same.<br />
She looked up at her reflection in the elaborate gilt-edged mirror her mother had given her for a<br />
wedding present. <strong>The</strong>n to the heavy antique fire tongs her father had so treasured. Her eyes swept past<br />
all the familiar objects in the room. Nothing had changed, yet the cosiness previously felt had suddenly<br />
vanished, leaving her decidedly uneasy.<br />
This lounge room was particularly dear to her with its memories of the past: the blue colour<br />
painting on silk she and her mother had chosen together; her father’s carved camphor wood pipe stand<br />
– a relic and reminder of his army days.<br />
Mai looked at her wristwatch. Ten o’clock! She was sure that her husband had not meant to be<br />
this late.<br />
Just as well mother isn’t here to know that her good to nothing son-in-law has dared to leave her<br />
loving daughter by herself like that! Mai thought.<br />
Down the small passage behind her chair a door began to bang. Mai grimaced in annoyance,<br />
knowing it was the spare room door which often came undone if it wasn’t secured properly by means<br />
of an extra tug.<br />
She heaved her plump body out of the chair and hurried down the dark passage, grasping the<br />
handle with both hands she pulled on it hard and heard the snib slip firmly into place.<br />
<strong>The</strong> little back room had been extended for her father in his last ailing years and had never seemed<br />
quite a part of the house. It had always given her the creeps at night. Sometimes the door banged during<br />
the night when a strong whiff of wind sprang up, but she refused to go and close it herself, instead she<br />
would wake Mỹ up to do it.<br />
Snuggled deep in the blankets she derived a certain pleasure out of him sighing and shivering as<br />
he fumbled for his jumper. Mai reasoned that if he has been a handyman like her father had been it<br />
would have been fixed by now. But Mỹ was hopeless…<br />
During a commercial she switched the television off thinking she could hear footsteps, but it<br />
was only the dry leaves from the big fig tree outside the window being disturbed by the breeze. A slight<br />
frown creased her forehead. At least she hoped that was what all it was.<br />
o o o<br />
Mai had been especially nervous lately since the papers had reported a prowler in the district, and even<br />
when sitting beside her husband she would tense with fright when the leaves moved outside and he<br />
would chide her about her silly imagination.<br />
Mai crossed the thick carpet to look out the window, and could just make out the white wrought<br />
iron garden chairs under the big tree where she and her husband often sat in its shade on summer<br />
evenings.<br />
Out there now it all seemed dark and unfriendly. Familiar silhouettes stood out in weird<br />
frightening shapes. Hedges and shrubs blended to become a hiding place--for what? Mai shivered as<br />
she was beginning to feel like the girl in the mystery story--though paradoxically – her fear stemmed<br />
from being inside alone.