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“Didst thou useth virgin parchment?”  

“hmmm. Wast thy seal placed afore ye lit the candles?” Eyes raised over spectacles

“Repeat once more forthwith”

“Alas here. No. I cannot foresee the problem”

“Ah yes of course” He clapped his hands with delight. “Merely the spelling – One L in Helion”

He stopped at my desk, the last desk in the row. Scratched his head, pondering why the incantation had gone awry.

“The Candles?” He pointed and inhaled. “All form ‘d from the self same wax?”  

I lowered my eyes. One was from Wilko’s the other two Ikea.

“Didst thou useth virgin parchment?”  

“hmmm. Wast thy seal placed afore ye lit the candles?” Eyes raised over spectacles

“Repeat once more forthwith”

“Alas here. No. I cannot foresee the problem”

“Ah yes of course” He clapped his hands with delight. “Merely the spelling – One L in Helion”

He stopped at my desk, the last desk in the row. Scratched his head, pondering why the incantation had gone awry.

“The Candles?” He pointed and inhaled. “All form ‘d from the self same wax?”  

Police vans and TV satellite trucks continue to line what was until 24hrs ago a quiet residential street in the centre of a small Midlands village.

Police confirmed earlier that a lone police officer initially responded to the call and they are in the process of questioning a man in connection with the murder. No precise details regarding this have yet been released.

I hit an obstruction and move across the garden to try another patch.

Bluebells. Grape Hyacinths. Violets. Lime green leaves on shrubs. It really is a lovely time of year. New growth. Birds sing with delight as I sink my spade into the sun warmed earth.

It’s Bin day tomorrow. It’d be easier to drop the ill named Lucky straight into the wheelie bin. I look up and see the children. Tear stained faces, noses pressed stickily against the window. One still clutching his ball.

Watching. Double glazing seals in the wails.

 An escaped cow meant we weren’t allowed to play outside. Looking back there was a plethora of reasons I should have kept quiet but it was a hot day and too much energy trapped inside on such a day manifested itself in mischief.

The bottles were warm, glass sweated condensation. The comfortingly unpleasant smell of milkfat hung over us. We sat, pierced our silver foiled lids. Drank deeply. And then I raised my hand.

“She took my milk Miss”

“Roberts! Come here.”

I saw through one half opened eye. Someone had rolled back the shade, just a fraction. Let in the midday sun, strong for April. Warmed bits of me not covered by the hospital cellular.

We all knew it was almost time. No last supper planned, so long since I’d managed food. But I’d wanted just a last squirt of perfume. A little decadence in the sterility I’d become used to.