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Chapter One
Miss Jones opened the door slowly, allowing it to sweep leisurely back across the burnished pine floor. She paused in the doorway, keys dangling from her hand. The room before her was large, sparsely decorated. Burning orange sunlight flooded in from the wall to ceiling window directly across from her.
She took a deep breath and then stepped forward, swinging the door shut behind her. Home. It felt sterile, alien. Clean and bright like a hospital. She moved across the room, over to where her desk stood, facing away from the window. It was a simple desk, mahogany with golden fittings. Styled to look Victorian. There was barely anything on the desk, a laptop, a pen... a picture frame.
Her hand traced the edge of the desk for a second and then she put the box she had been carrying down beside the laptop. She stood, looking out over a sun bleached London, one hand draped over the laptop, smooth and cold to the touch.
She glanced around. Her eyes taking in the large ornate fireplace, the towering rosewood bookcase... Everything impersonal, detached. Sunlight glinting of the simple abstract paintings that hung on the wall. They were meant to add a touch of colour to the place but it seemed that all the contrast had been sucked out of them.
Miss Jones sighed and then sat down at the desk, flipping up the laptop screen and turning it on. Her eyes wandered across the desktop towards the glinting silver frame that stood on the far left corner. The sunlight had highlighted a streak of dust that ran down the side of the glass. She stared at the photo for a long time. Memories probing at her conciseness.
The photo was several years old. She remembered when she had taken it. Eight years ago in Paris. By the Seine River, the spiraling structure of the Eiffel Tower in the near distance. It showed a young handsome smiling man, his arms wrapped around two young children, a boy and a girl. She reached out and traced the outline of their figures with a slender finger.
Then, she turned back to her laptop, forcing down her memories. She couldn't change the past. What had happened all those years ago was irreversible. There was no point dwelling on it.
Not when she had work to do.
So? What do you think? I know it isn't very long but it was just something that came to me last night. Should I continue it? Thanks for reading and please review! Crystal X