There were three clues that raised Mrs Harris’ suspicions
that night. Firstly, the whole town was snowed-in for two days. That would have
been almost “normal” had it not been the middle of April. Then, when the snowplow
finally passed through, it was accompanied by the police, firemen and an
ambulance. They all had their sirens off.
In fact, the entire town was plunged into silence that
The third thing that was out-of-place was a black garbage
bag, tightly sealed and thrown out of the opposite window right on to the packed
“Life is full of
surprises”. It was the phrase that he remembered most from the first book
he read as a child.
They weren’t always good ones, but something unexpected
Just when you think you’ve got things straightened out. Just
when you think you can finally take a breath and relax. Just when you’re calm.
Right then something happens to remind you that there is nothing routine about
life. You can never plan anything.
And just anything can happen. At anytime.
Like that fire that broke out in the middle of the night and
burnt the forest down.
Her name was Saphire because of the colour of her eyes. She
was independent, wanted attention but not too much and only on her terms and
her mood-swings were unpredictable. If you ignored her, she would find a way to
make her presence felt. It usually involved something you held dear.
Last night, she was upset you came in and didn’t devote to
her the attention you deprived her of all day. She held that anger until this
morning, when you woke up and couldn’t find her.
Until you did. Sitting on your scooter. Waiting. You were supposed
It was on the dining table. A constant remind of the feelings that characterised that house. Passion, love, caring, sensitivity.
Inundated with colour, the crystal vase featured seven gold-tipped roses. Perfectly stemmed, with petals opened just enough to demonstrate their purity and elegance; the roses were a gift from the heart.
They enclosed a memory of a day overwhelmed with emotions,
happiness and optimism. Of a day that brimmed of hope for what was to come. For
a future full of colour and love.
They were an everyday cue that love is just a word until someone gives it meaning.
It was still dark outside when the suitcase was pulled out
from under the bed. A change of clothes and some basic toiletries were thrown
hastily inside and the zip closed.
The dream had woken him almost in shock. It was as if
something was calling him there.
In his sleep he had seen a puppy, a months-old dog that had
found him by chance when he was staying for a while at his uncle’s farm. They bonded
in a way that seemed karmic. And then, just two days before his rural stay ended,
his four-legged friend disappeared. The sadness that had overwhelmed him made
him not want to return to that farm since.
Until today. Now something was pulling him there.
There was no time to dwell on the thought. The impulse was enough
to get him going.
It was a drive that lasted almost all through sunrise to
It was a lonely road trip, dominated by scenic valley views,
week-old snow and lots of fog. Driving through the mist, he arrived at the
farmhouse with his heart pounding. He hadn’t told his uncle he arrived. He was
ecstatic with the surprise.
But someone else was even happier. Jumping up and down next
to the horses and wagging its tail rapidly with joy.
It was a grown dog now. And he remembered. Because when it’s
meant to be, it lasts a lifetime.