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CHAPTER THREE

With the morning came the rain. It fell in buckets, a much welcomed gift to a parched ground that hadn't seen many downpours this winter. To me though, it was a friendly sound in a lonely silence, comfo

Doris and her fiancé John had taken me to Church a couple of times while I was staying with Edna and this was where I had met Pete. Personally, I didn't have a religious bone in my body, but I liked to be out and meeting people; and Church seemed to be as good a place as any to do my socialising.

It happened that Doris’ mother, Beverly lived next door to Carl and Edna. Beverly was a peculiar woman, very afraid of me from the moment we met. Whenever she visited Edna, she would try not to acknowledge the fact that I was even in the room. She possibly thought that she might catch something if she spoke to me. However,

Edna, although she too had her odd little ways, soon showed her disapproval by reminding Beverly that though disabled, I was a thinking person just like herself and

My story begins some months earlier as I was sitting out on the front veranda of my family home. It was late in the afternoon and as I recall, there was a chill in the air, yet it didn’t bother me. My mind was so preoccupied with the glorious sunset. Yes, the warmth and light of the day were departing quite rapidly now, being replaced by dainty cotton wool clouds o

”Sharon?” The voice seemed far away at first and I wasn’t sure who was calling my name. Slowly, my eyes began to focus more clearly. I became aware that I was not at home or anywhere that I had ever been before.