100 Years Project Anthology
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is, but it involves a lot of paperwork.<br />
Faith stays in the sitting room with a book until the<br />
grandfather clock in the hall chimes six and she decides she’s<br />
hungry. She calls upstairs to her mother.<br />
“I’m making dinner, what do you want?”<br />
No answer.<br />
“Mum?”<br />
No answer.<br />
There is a sick, cold feeling in the pit of Faith’s stomach. A<br />
faint humming buzzes like an insect at the back of her skull as she<br />
mounts the stairs towards her mother’s room.<br />
“Mum?” She says again, stopping outside the bedroom door.<br />
“Are you busy, or…”<br />
Silence, except for that humming and the panicked whisper of her<br />
thoughts. Shesgoneshesgoneshesgone, oh no, ohno ohno ohno—<br />
Faith’s hands shake as she jerks the door open. The room is quiet,<br />
the bed made and the desk neat. The fox-shaped clock that Faith<br />
bought for her mother’s last birthday ticks quietly on the chest of<br />
drawers. Everything seems in place, except for the yellow door next<br />
to her mother’s bed.<br />
The brass owl’s eyes lock with hers, and it clicks its beak in<br />
delight.