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Click hereHe knew the 'here' was in fact 'her' and he was resigned to that. That was the simple idea of keeping the apartment; should Yvonne turn up there would be someone who could redirect her 'home'.
"Okay I guess, cannot let the grass grow beneath our feet and better to move now than when you are halfway through high school," he knew it was deflection, half of him was petrified Yvonne would turn up and they would have vanished. But he now had that under control a few years ago he would have refused, little steps his new mantra.
The removalists had gone, their car was packed. A weeks' worth of clothing in the boot and picnic hamper on the back seat, along with several fluffy 'toys' who simply could not be jammed into a dark box in a dark truck heading west. He had brought the car up onto the street in front so Miriam and her partner could drive down and unload their belongings directly into the lift.
Frank was trying to make sense of the sensation he was feeling, the hollowness that was with him the first two years following Yvonne's disappearance was back, not as strong but strong enough, he looked around, the familiar shops and buildings, recognizing the regular inhabitants and workers of the street and shops. The changes from when they had bought were many and bright, the street unrecognizable really, all about him had changed, time to accept it, not like it, just accept it.
He felt his daughters small hand slip into his, the tiny reassuring squeeze.
"Dad, time to go, everything will work out just fine, you'll see....."
Fin.
If the police had looked close enough to the trains station video, they might have seen another woman with different clothes and different color hair leaving the train...
Really wish to know what happend. I really dont like the style where a story is left without an ending.
When I read Soldier Knitskin's "One Day in the Life of Ivan Ivanavitch" (or something like that, -it was a long, long time ago now) all about just one hard and interminable day, in a thousand or more, as a prisoner in a Siberian Gulag, the only ending I was expecting was him going to sleep at the end of that day. THAT was what that story was about, each day was a challenge, rinse, repeat, each day the same series of challenges, - that WAS the whole point! But this was NOT a merry-go-round on endless repeat, the child was growing up, his job evolving, his child's grandparents dying out of their lives, the dynamics reforming, his daughters puberty and adolescence fast approaching... Yes, I get the idea that there was no end to it all, but THAT in itself then BECOMES an end, and as that point finally arrives, the Author bales out on us! This story NEEDS closure, it is NOT a drop-in!
I actually lived through something of a parallel experience myself. NOT identical, but quite similar. We did marry, I did come home to a very brief Dear John letter, "Baby asleep in cot, Bottles in fridge, tins of formula on the sideboard, 'bye"!
Talk about being left holding the baby, eh?
R.S.
I say this with the stories that end but don’t close. The story was interesting and the writing good. But, and this is huge, a 4 or 5 star story has closure. If this story did that it would have been a 5. Unfortunately, I rate stories without closure with a 2 star penalty. Fin.
Very well written, but the "Fin" indicates that you consider the story complete.
It is not complete. Not even close.
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