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Short Story

My Favourite Place

by Angela Bray

Length: 624 words

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Voice: Barbara Llewellyn

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My Favourite Place

I feel calm here, relaxed and happy. The air is filled with a sweet aroma, not a manufactured scent but a fresh, natural perfume, impossible to bottle.

It isn’t a big space and not small either, I would describe it as "cosy". It nestles comfortably between wide, open fields to the left and red brick houses to the right.

It is a haven, my own respite from the world, I sing at the top of my voice here, from joy, from the sheer happiness of just being here. I can laugh so loudly tears run freely down my face. And, more than anything I am loved here. I feel love envelope me and swirl around me whilst I am here. I love here.

When I arrive and glance up I am greeted by the sight of beautiful green grass, sometimes cropped short, too short. Other times left to grow wild, not in a magical, delicate way but in a natural, harmonious way.

I never walk over this grass, instead I love to walk around and crunch across the gravel laid thickly to one side. The gravel, once lovingly raked flat, now lays, almost forgotten, in waves like the sea in a storm. Pushed up into tiny rocky mounds and leaving other patches bare and scared by the marks from tiny feet.

A blue, wooden gate blocks my path and I can unlatch it easily, allowing it to swing open on rusted, un-oiled hinges. I step through and it slams shut quickly, forced by the wind and with the hinges protesting loudly. A very sorrowful looking blue gate is enough to take me from a noisy, traffic-fumed filled violent world to a world filled with love and calm.

I inhale deeply and can smell rabbits and flowers and smelly trainers cast aside in a rush for the owner to be somewhere else. I smell too, leaves rotting in an old fish tank, once a lovingly created haven for ladybirds whom have long since flown away.

I have a key for here. Not a shiny gold spectacular key but a little silver coloured one. It could open anywhere, this insignificant key but I know it unlocks this special place, this place of love and peace. It has a photograph hanging beside this key. I look at it in wonder and see three of the most beautiful, cherubic children ever to have walked this earth, gazing back at me. They are all smiling broadly, clinging on tightly as a rollercoaster rushes them past the camera.

I unlock this special place and step inside. I look around and know if anyone other than I had stepped through this door they would be seeing mess, the aftermath of a burglary, of a violent struggle or, even a small nuclear disaster. I see none of that. I see a beautiful picture of flowers and butterflies, the artist leaving their tools out ready for their return. I see small cars lined up with great care and precision, like the M25 at rush hour, snaking across the floor. I see a small square Lego house built by someone showing signs of becoming a great architect. I see one small welly boot without its partner and a Noddy pyjama top, jam splodged across the front.

I follow sticky finger prints into another room and I sit.

I sit and I think how lucky I am and how special to me my favourite place is. I look up and I see it isn’t long until school is over for another day and I will soon hear laughter and moans as homework needs to be done and, no you can’t have another biscuit.

This place, this magical wonderful place? It’s my home.
 

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Susan Brooks   United Kingdom
"Hi Angela, I absolutely loved your story and as I was reading it, I could feel myself floating into your favourite place. Congratulations on having this published, Love Susan x"
 

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