Sister, darling

Darcy

The beds screeched as I dragged them across the attic floor, echoing downstairs into the dirty kitchen.

I held a picture of their old room next to the space around me. In comparison it was a lot darker up here but they wouldn't care once we were back together.

The bunk bed was red and rusted, the original, and sat lonely next to a chest of antique mahogany drawers.
I unpackaged the blue lamps and set them aside the old bed with a floral cover. It smelled like cheese and old people. I sat on the bed and quickly jumped up, flattening out the crease I made in the duvet with my grubby hands. It had to be perfect for the new arrivals. They were going to love it here. With me. Forever.