Eight
Ingoldisthorpe, Norfolk, England
I stared at the words. I blinked. I blinked again. The lack of punctuation couldn’t help me decide the mood behind it.
“Did my father send this telegraph?” I asked Emma. She nodded fervently.
I rounded on Rose as worry and fear bounced into my stomach, making it flip over and over. My whole body was a shaking, crumbling statue, losing its regal-ness.
“We were staying with you until March- until Father finished his mission!” I cried, forgetting to use the word ‘inquiry’. Why else would we be called home, unless something had happened to Father, making him return early? I felt like I had been slapped; Emma’s eyes were narrowing, even Mary and Rose were throwing me urgent looks. When your Father is a spy, you don’t tell a stranger he goes on missions.
Emma’s voice crackled through the air like a sharp whistle. My insides churned; she was going to ask, she was going to ask… In fact, she stated something more obvious:
“Elsie, can you read? It says for you to go home, not Mary.”
An hour later, my trunks were packed and stowed in the carriage. I was standing in front of Rose, Mary and Emma, supported by Beatrice, as I kept swaying on my crutch.
Rose caught on to the anxiety that filled my face.
“I’m sure everything will be fine,” she tried to reassure me, giving me a hug.
Emma went ahead to open the doors as Mary and I stared awkwardly at each other. Something had changed between us since she had laughed and played with Emma.
“Well, keep yourself safe then,” I finally said with a false note of cheeriness.
Then I hobbled out the room, through the big oak doors, down the crumbling steps and to the carriage. Tears glazed my eyes.
Beatrice and I were waved off and then a silent atmosphere filled the carriage. Beatrice didn’t know where to look. I started to sketch but the pencil snapped, as I pressed too hard.
Venom filled my hands and I threw the book with a scream. I was so angry at everything; I could rip my hair out! I wanted to return home with Mary and not carry the burden of knowing I was returning to something changed.
Why me, why had I been called home? I had already had so many shocks such as Emma’s slap. That was definitely undermined by the bomb attack. I saw the Zeppelins everywhere I went, even in my sleep. Had Father been involved in a bomb attack, had the Zeppelins reached him too? The Zeppelins had reached Percy and Alice in the street I was in and stolen their lives from them, whilst I was spared. Was Mother alright?
Beatrice stared at me, as my fingers curled up into tense claws, shaking and I let out little gasps. She saw the tears coming before I did and threw me into a hug as I started wailing.
“It’s alright,” she told me soothingly, patting my back.
*****
“Elsie, Elsie,” someone called, bringing me back to the present. Lifting my eyelids seemed tiresome, a huge task. I guessed I had been asleep for a while. The light had dimmed, and my head hurt.
Feeling groggy, I peered out the window. I was instantly hit by cool and refreshing air against my face, the smell of salty sea overpowered my nose and the seagulls’ calls were welcoming.
“Home,” I whispered.
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Sweet Satisfaction (Purple UGC Winner 2014)
Historische RomaneJanuary, 1915 Kings Lynn, Norfolk, England In the midst of the first world war, lives 17 year old heiress Elsie Kingston, who is at her first soiree. What she doesn’t know is that night, German aeroplanes will invade the town. And the accident wil...