Full Circle 1/5

By Drum Digital
02 April 2014

When Zebulon disappeared without a trace, Mildred never gave up hope that he would return.

One moment she was sound asleep, and the next instant Mildred was wide awake. She glanced at the clock on her dresser and groaned audibly.

It was 3 am and she knew from past experience she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. “Now I know why they call it the witching hour,” she muttered under her breath as she climbed out of bed.

Mildred didn’t turn on the light in her bedroom. She still couldn’t bear to see the empty space in the bed next to her.

And if she couldn’t see it, she could pretend he was still here with her, well at least for a little while anyway. But this day that was about to dawn would change her life completely.

“Are you sure you’re doing the right thing, Mom?” her daughter Nelisiwe had asked her.

She had stared at Nelisiwe’s face. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Mildred nodded her head slowly.

She didn’t mean it unkindly. Nelisiwe wasn’t that type of young woman, but she didn’t understand that her mother had to grieve. Nobody did. And the day had finally come when she would act on her decision.

Mildred padded soundlessly around the house and ended up in the kitchen where she switched on the kettle. As she waited for the kettle to boil, she thought about Zebulon.

She made herself a cup of tea and added two teaspoons of sugar to it. Today more than any other day she felt she needed the energy.

Clutching the hot cup, she headed down the passageway and stopped outside the spare bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door and turned on the light.

It had taken her nearly a week to free the room of clutter. For as long as she could remember, everything that was no longer of use had been dumped in this room.

Nelisiwe had helped her paint it. She had decided on a light blue, the same colour as the ocean. They had gone and bought new curtains and a bright red rug for the floor.

Her son, Goodwin, had assembled the new bed for her and her granddaughter, Mpho, had helped her make up the bed with a brightly coloured duvet set and matching pillowcases.

Mpho was the closest that anybody came to understanding why she had to do this.

Everything was ready. Everything was in place. So why then was she trembling like a leaf?

“I’m scared,” she said softly. “I’m terrified of what the outcome may be, but I know deep in my heart that I’m doing the right thing for my family.”

-by Agnes Kimberley

To be continued...

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