THE LONGEST DREAM #1

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

Burning the midnight oil in a dimly lit
room, she was sitting by an open fire,
which was fighting to stay alive. She was
sitting in her rocking chair, rocking gently
to and fro, immersed in the book she was
reading, laying beside her was a wooden
cat, a present from her trip to France, given
to her by her husband.
Outside the wind howled and banged, the rain
tapped on the window pains, like an ochestra
of little drummer boys. She had ceased to notice
the eerie noises outside, she was used to it this
time of the year, winter was always harsh were
she lived. Besides, she`d waited months to get
her hands on the latest novel by her favorite
writer. She loved a good mystery book.
`it keeps my mind alive` she`d say to herself.
She would always figured out `Who Done It` long
before the end, but still continued to the end, just
to make sure. She`d never been wrong yet.
She glanced at the fire, `it needs topping up`, she
said to herself, `just like my empty glass of wine`.
She lived by herself in a run down Farm House on
the edge of the village, far enough away from prying
eyes. She liked her solitude, life was hard being alone.
She had a feeling her time was coming to an end.
She had that feeling for a while now, `soon`, she said.

(to be continued)
TURK ;(}