Empty Air

The door closed and I stood behind it for a few moments, unmoving. Staring in to space, I needed just a little time. I needed to breathe empty air, inhale the freedom, and draw a mental line I could move on from. I could feel a light anxiety, simmering beneath, but it also felt like there was a weight being lifted. I smiled like a giddy child, just for a brief second, and headed to the kitchen. I took time to make the coffee. I washed up as I went. I tidied the worksurfaces as the kettle boiled. I sat back in a chair and surveyed the room as the cafetiere took its time to settle. Taking a second deep breath, I let my mind wander over options for redecorating - nothing that would cost money, just a tweak here and there. It was well worn and in need of a refresh. Yes, I was really thinking about myself.

As each minute passed, I could feel that my heart was becoming just the smallest bit lighter. I liked it. I poured the coffee and headed through the house, aiming for the sofa. As I passed the window, I saw him. My stomach lurched and my heart began to race. Instant nausea. I watched as his hand reached for the door knocker. As the harsh sound hit my ears, I knew my life, which had just for those few brief moments felt like it could be mine again, was about to spiral completely out of my control.

Excerpt from the new short story soon to be released in our upcoming online e-book /digital products store.

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