The Cottage
The key was in the door so I pushed the door open. It opened
with a loud creaking noise, it had always needed to be oiled. I had to accustom
my eyes to the dark when I walked through. The first thing that hit me was the
smell of turf which came from the open fire. It was a lovely smell Light filtered through from the small kitchen
at the side. The woman of the house was standing there preparing dinner just as
things had been for years. At the back was the bedroom with the door closed.
Therein lay the mystery.
Aidan Rafferty
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