Breaking Enigma || The Imitation Game

◈ TWENTY-SEVEN- Meet the Hughes': Part I ◈

The day finally came where I would be taking Allany home with me for a few days to meet my family and to get away from the stress at Bletchley Park.

We were both awfully relieved when we exited the grounds, carrying small suitcases in our hands.

Allany and I walked in almost silent conditions. She hummed songs quietly to herself, but she mostly glanced around at the streets and sights of Bletchley itself. The weather wasn't too bad; the sky was filled with monstrously large, pale grey clouds, yet the sun peeped out from behind them as it struggled to make an appearance and bring warmth to the slightly cool air.

"I'm not used to a tranquil environment such as Bletchley village," Allany commented as we strolled down the market street where there was many stalls selling fruit, vegetables, meat and confectionary. Or whatever the owners could sell of their products due to the amount of rationing going on. On the plus side, Bletchley's residents were glad to help each other out, growing their own crops to sell to one another. The friendly community was a lovely place to be.

"It's all rather strange; overwhelming, even," Allany finished. "Being in such a place where it's quiet, yet there's so much atmosphere. It's a bit different from Cambridge and London. The simplicity of this place washes away the complex thought of calculations and science."

"Indeed," I agree, nodding my head. "I hope the strangeness is good, though."

"Oh, yes," she replied. "It's nice here."

The two of us continued through the streets and then finally arrived at The Elms, a cul-de-sac where my own and several houses were neatly aligned.

New cherry blossom trees were in bloom, sprouting delicate, yet sturdy pale pink flowers that danced in the breeze. Although they were nothing compared to my favourite tree of them all: the maple, one of which stood in the back garden at home, they still looked very beautiful. And that's without a doubt. The cherry blossoms also reminded me strangely of Allany in description form, who seemed to like them too seeing as though her gaze was fixed upon one as we walked past it.

There was at least ten young boys playing football on the street. They kicked the ball to each other, laughing and screaming with joy. At least they had decent weather to play out instead of being cooped up inside.

"Kester!"

I quickly glanced up from staring down at my footsteps as I walked to see my little brother Jack, who had abandoned his friends and the football to run over to us. The other boys paused to watch him leave, but quickly returned to their game.

"Hello Jack," I smiled widely, putting my case down carefully on the pavement and gave my younger brother a brief hug.

"How's Louisa?" I ask. "And Mum and Dad?"

"They're all fine," Jack answered. "We've missed you. Mum especially. She's always saying 'I wonder when Kester is coming home?' It's been sending her loopy, but she'll be so glad that you've finally arrived."

"It's good to be home. I've missed you all too. It will be nice to come home for a while."

"You mean... You're going back?"

I nodded and watched as a tiny frown developed upon Jack's face. "I'm not that far away. Besides, it's only until the war is over and I'm positive that won't be long from now. I'll still write letters and definitely come home again."

"That's not so bad, I suppose. Well, we all should enjoy our time together while we can," he stopped speaking and gazed to Allany, his frown forming into a smile. "Since when did you get a girlfriend?"