The Bluestone Review 2025

The Bluestone Review

down two flights of steps to check. She continued to stand like a statue. She wanted no noises be heard that would announce her location. Again, knocking could be heard except, this time, it was more of a pounding. “Go away,” she whispered. She watched out the window for the person to walk to her car and leave. She scooted closer and closer to the bare window. She needed to try to figure out who was bothering her by pounding on her front door. The visitor should have figured out by now that she wasn’t going to open the front door for no one at all. “What is taking her so long to get the message,” she mumbled as she continued to stand as close to the window as she could without being seen as she waited for the lady to return to her parked car. But – she didn’t. Ellen tried to figure out to where the visitor had vanished. Then she heard the pounding at her back door. “Go away,” she mumbled. Her hearing was strained as she listened for her back door to open. There was a loud squeak of the screen door as it was hastily jerked open. “Oh no,” Ellen mumbled. “Was the back door locked?” she asked herself. “Mother, where are you?” “In the attic. Give me a minute and I’ll be down there, Honey,” Ellen shouted. “Okay, please take your time,” said Melissa. Ellen grabbed her jeans so she could replace the tutu with her usual attire. She made her way down two flights of stairs and into her living room where she saw her daughter, Melissa, sitting and waiting.

“What were you doing up in the attic?” “Just looking through some ancient memories.” “You know you shouldn’t go up there alone,” scolded Melissa. “I needed to go visit my memories,” mumbled Ellen.

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