Living the Past (Part 9)

If you are interested in reading Living the Past story, here are the previous parts:


The lady in front of you is dressed in long woollen clothing topped with a leather apron. Her hands are covered in black grease.

You stay silent. Who is she? She does look like your mother. The tiny scar on her left cheek is the same as your mom’s. You remember it clearly because you have the mark mirrored to her. It tingles your cheek even more.

Then the lady starts to talk.

“Are you El?” she asks. There is a concern in her eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“Hannah told me,” she picks a towel and starts to clean her hands.

You look at Hannah. She seems to be entertained by the fireplace. She is definitely not deaf, nor she talks a lot. There is more she knew that what she is telling. Maybe that is why she chose to hear or say anything.

The darkness comes and the place is lit well that you can distinguish what the lady is up to. She is doing a collection of knives. The table tells that she has already gone through enough and she has been working for a very long time.

“How long have you been here?” you ask the lady in front of you. She looks straight into your eyes without blinking. She does not seem to know you.

“It has been ten years,” she replies. You are worried about her because of the way she looks at you. It is like she has something to tell but could not pinpoint it.

Without the clanking of her tools, the room becomes peaceful. The only sound you can hear is the ticking of the clock and the wind outside of the front door.

“Please, don’t go. You can save us all.”



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