Down Weaver's Lane

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Genres: Fiction
Then the man driving it told the horses to ‘Walk on!’ and they left without a backward glance.
Feeling unsettled and with tears still threatening, Emmy walked aimlessly round the empty house, hating the emptiness of the rooms and the way her footsteps echoed on the bare boards. The roof timbers were creaking and groaning as if someone was moving about upstairs. Had those noises always been there? Why had she not noticed them before? It was quite chilly, but although there was some coal left, she had let the fire die down in case someone came to investigate the smoke when the house was supposed to be empty.
She decided to go and say goodbye to her mother. A brisk walk would warm her up. She wasn’t looking forward to the meeting because Madge always smelled of gin lately and her conversation was vague and disjointed. But Emmy had fond memories of the woman her mother had once been - feckless perhaps, but loving and able to make you laugh and enjoy life so much in the good times. It woul
...d not feel right to leave without a proper farewell.MoreLess
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