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Winter nights in Carolina
She took her suitcase and walked away from his bedroom, shut the door behind her and wiped the tears. He quietly traced her steps from the staircase till the hallway waiting for her to turn back and look at him, one last time. She slammed the front door, the last door of her miserable episodes with the man who once meant the world to her. Her marriage was a mistake, which led to five years of unfortunate events that would haunt her no matter where she went. She opened the door of her sedan, a grey Ford Fusion, and turned back to capture one last image of their house.
Mrs.Dorothy had been staying in her farmhouse from the past five years since the death of her third husband. She lived alone, and did not like any kind of disturbances that would disturb her daily conversations with her dead husband. The farmhouse was built in a vast 100 acre land, and no other human soul dared come near her property. "I was thinking of going into the woods tomorrow and maybe go fishing in the afternoon. Would you like it honey?" asked Mrs.Dorothy leaning towards the railing of the spiral staircase. Her voice echoed down and out of the window and reached the woods. She could hear her husband talk to her, but he spoke only after five in the evening. She went back to her room and looked at the brown framed portrait that was hung in the centre of their bedroom. She looked younger and Henry looked handsome in those grey trousers. This was the best family picture ever, she thought, even Nancy loves it. Her thoughts were disturbed by the constant ringing of the telephone. She took the receiver and placed it down. She then wore her bathrobe and went to shower.
Nancy rang the bell thrice, then she barged in through the kitchen door and started looking around. She heard a scream, and was terrified, she threw her suitcase away and ran into her mother's bedroom. She slammed the door open and saw her mother sitting in front of the dressing table. She was glad, that it was not her mother's scream, but was just a voice from the radio. She hugged her mumma, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Mrs.Dorothy wiped her daughter's tears, kissed her on the forehead and held her face embracing her as if she was the seven year old Nancy of the picture. "I missed you mumma, I am sorry I left you alone." "Dont be sorry honey, I was never alone, your dad"s presence makes me more alive." Nancy was filled with remorse and guilt. She hadn"t shown up for her mother's husband's funeral. "I was not there when you needed me the most," she said. "Sweetheart, let's not talk about the past, I am happy you are back. I am going to the kitchen to make some pancakes for you, do you want to join me?" "I would love to mumma," she said.
Jack looked outside the window, it was snowing. I hope she reached home safe. I am glad that you decided to go back to your mother. Yes, I am sad and disappointed that you left me, but I am happy that you chose your mother over me. I shall wait for the prodigal wife to return.
Jack took up the job at the University. He married Serena after three years and they had two children. Nancy completed her course in architecture. She is running the family business with her half brother Sam. Mrs.Dorothy died a couple of years later. She is buried next to Henry's grave.
It was five in the evening, Jack looked outside the window, he saw a black sedan, the black sedan. He looked, she looked. He couldn't see her. She couldn't see him. She saw his children playing with Serena. He hoped the car"s window would slide down atleast today. But like always, it remained closed for the next twenty minutes. Then she drove away. He sat in his armchair, looked at the ceiling and stayed there frozen. It was snowing.