Her background
January 16, 2017
Emma said that…. “often times the attics of empty abandoned homes held
the most treasure.” If you were quiet long enough she continued talking.
“You never know what you would find if you explored them after buying
them.” She knew this to be fact because when she bought her place that
was the first thing she explored- the attic.
End of assignment. But continuing on my own
Seems
Emma had been in this small quaint town for most of her life and she
knew everyone or made it her business to know them. She was sorta the
town historian…. But to the tourists she was just nosy. Always waiting
at the dock as the fairy came in with a new group. She said she was the
welcoming committee but after a few complains the mayor was getting
ready to put a stop to her being there or at the very least curb her
questions by having someone go with her from his office to stop her when
she went too far.
Emma was
born in this town and lived here all of her life. She was the one who
saw to it her parents saw a proper burial. Then she moved into their
house, selling hers. She wanted to be close to them and this was the
only way she knew to do that.
She
never married and most who knew of her wondered why. She would laugh
and saw there was no one who came close to being like her daddy, and she
stopped looking after a while. A Year after her parents died those
closest to her had begun to get worried because she was now becoming
depressed more and more. Never wanting to get out of bed or go anywhere.
Even those who ran the fairy bringing the tourists to and fro missed
seeing her.
Joan, who had
been her best friend since grade school, knew how much she missed her
parents when they died. But it wasn’t until Emma’s neighbor saw her at
the café later that week did she know how bad it had affected her. As
she sat in the café sipping her first cup of coffee she reflected back
on what she had heard. Joan wondered how she was going to talk with her
friend about what she heard. She knew he friend would listen out of
loyalty, shoot maybe she really didn’t know where to turn or what to do.
After all, if it was her, she would hope someone cared enough to say something.
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