Short stories

Chapter 36 >supermarket flowers<

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill

"Mom-mom she's gone?" I repeated back to my mum
"I know she always spoiled you; and she was your favourite..." there was a silent pause as the tears started falling
"Have you told Phil yet?" I asked; knowing he will be just as torn up as I am
"Not-not yet" she said
"But I'll let you go honey, I love you, I'll send you more information later" she said
"Okay bye mom, love you too" I said hearing the line go dead
Phil is my twin brother however most people would think otherwise he dyed his hair black while I've kept my hair the same Carmel-red colour, however we have the same blue eyes and the same nose, Phil went on to be internationally famous I've spent the last few years traveling volunteering in countries and learning different cultures and languages, making friends and so much more, right now I was in Spain; Madrid to be exact; I had called Phil maybe a few days ago just to check on him, because that's what twins do we actually check on each other, now we have to meet to bury our grandmother in the ground.
"¿Qué está mal?" (What's wrong?) Maria my who was my best friend from Spain; asked
"Me voy casa" and I left (I have to go home)

(Google translate said it was esta but I thought it would be es but I could be wrong, sorry for the weak Spanish)

I threw the day old tea from the cup

"One ticket to Lancaster" I said
Handing over my money and being handed my ticket
"Your train will be called by the place you're going" the man said and I bowed my head rushing a quick 'thank you' so I would be able to grab food for the train ride.
"One hot chocolate and a bag of crisps please" I said pulling more money from my wallet as my phone rang the man began to work away at the Hot cocoa
"Hello?" I said I hadn't even the chance to see who it was as I zipped my wallet closed expecting a tellamarketer
"Hey..." a weak voice said
"Phil..." I said as the man handed me my crips and cocoa and I whispered a 'thank you'

Packed up the photo album Matthew had made; memories of a life that's been loved

"I can't believe it" he said as I heard him sniffle back more tears and another voice and Phil say thank you
"Yeah I'm on my way back to Lancaster" I said
"But the funerals not for a week" he said drained of any positivity
"I'm taking trains back; and mom didn't tell me when any of this was"
"Where are you now? - thank you dan" he said sadly over the side of the phone
"I'm still in Madrid I just left Victoria's this morning and now I'm at the train station" I said
"Are you okay?" He asked... I didn't have an answer my family believed I was the rock of the family the one They could go to with a problem everyone TRUSTED me they BELIEVED in me to be the bigger me there ever way
"I'm stopping in London on the way up do you want me to stop by?" I asked there was a shuffle
"Maybe...yes" he said indecisive

Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals

"Okay I'll let you know when I'm near, The rail station" I said
I heard shuffling probably nodding
"Okay byeee, I'll see you in a few hours" I said
"... okay" the sad voice responded
I hung up and slid my phone into my pocket as I waited 7 minutes and 49 seconds before the conductor called my train and asked us to prepare our tickets in advance for viewing and stamping. I clutched my ticket in both hands, closing my eyes to stop the tears, I had been home for all the holidays and seen grams and talked to her and emailed her but my traveling often took time, so I hadn't seen a lot of my cousins, aunts, uncles, my parents or my own brother since Christmas; and now within about two weeks time is Easter. I loved going to my grandmothers house for Easter and Christmas.