It had been five years since Mother died, but her smell still hung in the air.
He opened all the windows and aired out the room she had occupied, he burnt all her bedding and even the bed, but that smell still clung on, suffocating him.
A dark room, no windows, he could hear the muffled laughter coming from his mother's bedroom, and a voice he didn't recognise, deep but not in a nice way.
He hated this room with its cloying atmosphere, mother knew this and his screams never stopped her from locking him in.
He knew he had to sell this house, yes she had left him the walls of this house, he could not keep it, it never felt like home, so many bodies had walked through these rooms, and he had watched behind the heavy velvet curtain as they took his Fathers place.
He rembered the funeral like it was yesterday, and that smell filled his nostrils making him gag...lavender, how it reminded him of her love...
