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bedroom to sort out an assortment of new clothing.
She laid a selection out for Hope and put the rest into a black rucksack (with white lettering; West End Library on the front pouch.)
Faith then collected up Hope’s dirty clothing, made her way back out into the kitchen and binned them. She made some sandwiches, packed them and a bottle of wine into the rucksack and made her way over toward the front door. She placed the rucksack on the floor, put her sister’s replenished hip-flask back into her denim jacket and sat down in one of the leather armchairs.
Leaning back into the comfort of the chair, she listened to the mass of voices and began to scratch incessantly at her scalp. “Why do you insist on talking all at once? Settle yourselves…” she flinched as a fingernail sunk into her scalp deeper than it should have. She patted her head while imagining the possibilities of her mind creating a memory palace within it. “Why did I not do that with my abilities whilst I had them?”
But Faith knew the answer to her own question and spoke now to the shadows where Madness was hovering; because I was using them to keep you at bay.
Hope appeared from the archway dressed in a clean pair of jeans, long sleeved t-shirt of an olive-green colour and a pair of black trainers. Her body felt invigorated from the hot water and her mind revitalised from the lemon fragranced shower gel. But as she walked toward her sister, she stopped in mid-stride at the sight of Faith’s appearance.
Her sister’s skin was drained of all vitality and well-being, the scalp was covered with open sores and her sister’s body continually rocked backwards and forwards. Please , Hope quietly prayed to her mother, let the stardust protect my sister’s mind.
Faith stood at the approach of her sister and handed her the rucksack. “This should keep you going for a couple of days. You know that this place is your home also. I purchased it in the belief that we would all live together…”she scratched at her head, “it hasn’t quite worked out that way.”
Hope smiled softly. “I need to keep flowing the Festivities of Life and Rich Banquets where there is none.”
“I understand. But it would comfort me to know that you are safe.”
Hope put on her denim jacket, reached for Faith’s hand. “Thank you,” she said and kissed her sister on the cheek.
“There will always be clean clothes, food and shelter for you here Hope.” Faith squeezed her sister’s hand, opened the front door. “Come,” she said. “Let us tell Charity what she does not want to hear.”
∞
One hour later, Faith and Hope stood outside a four-storied building made of steel and glass. They found the main door to be locked and sighting a buzzer, Faith pressed it.
A man appeared, dressed in a black and yellow uniform. He peered through the glass door, before he unlocked and opened it.
“We have come to see our sister Charity.” Hope said as she smiled at the man.
“Crikey,” he said, looked at his watch: 7.56. “You’re the early birds catching the worms eh? Names please?” He asked and scrolled down the list of names for ‘Faith’ and ‘Hope’. “You’re not down on the visitor’s list,” he said and looked up and between the women. “If your names aren’t on the visitor’s list then I can’t let you in… beside I’d need to see some identification as well.”
Hope frowned as to why it was that they were always being asked to prove who they were. “Is it not enough that I stand before you?” She asked of the man. “I am Hope the sister of Charity and…” she pointed to Faith, “this is Faith, the sister of Charity and thy Self.”
The man raised his eye-brow. “That may be but I still need to connect your face with your name. Passport? Driver’s License_”
“Mr Row.” Alastair interrupted, “Let them in.”
He stood and waited until the women were inside his clinic. “Follow me.” he said and swiped a card into a
She laid a selection out for Hope and put the rest into a black rucksack (with white lettering; West End Library on the front pouch.)
Faith then collected up Hope’s dirty clothing, made her way back out into the kitchen and binned them. She made some sandwiches, packed them and a bottle of wine into the rucksack and made her way over toward the front door. She placed the rucksack on the floor, put her sister’s replenished hip-flask back into her denim jacket and sat down in one of the leather armchairs.
Leaning back into the comfort of the chair, she listened to the mass of voices and began to scratch incessantly at her scalp. “Why do you insist on talking all at once? Settle yourselves…” she flinched as a fingernail sunk into her scalp deeper than it should have. She patted her head while imagining the possibilities of her mind creating a memory palace within it. “Why did I not do that with my abilities whilst I had them?”
But Faith knew the answer to her own question and spoke now to the shadows where Madness was hovering; because I was using them to keep you at bay.
Hope appeared from the archway dressed in a clean pair of jeans, long sleeved t-shirt of an olive-green colour and a pair of black trainers. Her body felt invigorated from the hot water and her mind revitalised from the lemon fragranced shower gel. But as she walked toward her sister, she stopped in mid-stride at the sight of Faith’s appearance.
Her sister’s skin was drained of all vitality and well-being, the scalp was covered with open sores and her sister’s body continually rocked backwards and forwards. Please , Hope quietly prayed to her mother, let the stardust protect my sister’s mind.
Faith stood at the approach of her sister and handed her the rucksack. “This should keep you going for a couple of days. You know that this place is your home also. I purchased it in the belief that we would all live together…”she scratched at her head, “it hasn’t quite worked out that way.”
Hope smiled softly. “I need to keep flowing the Festivities of Life and Rich Banquets where there is none.”
“I understand. But it would comfort me to know that you are safe.”
Hope put on her denim jacket, reached for Faith’s hand. “Thank you,” she said and kissed her sister on the cheek.
“There will always be clean clothes, food and shelter for you here Hope.” Faith squeezed her sister’s hand, opened the front door. “Come,” she said. “Let us tell Charity what she does not want to hear.”
∞
One hour later, Faith and Hope stood outside a four-storied building made of steel and glass. They found the main door to be locked and sighting a buzzer, Faith pressed it.
A man appeared, dressed in a black and yellow uniform. He peered through the glass door, before he unlocked and opened it.
“We have come to see our sister Charity.” Hope said as she smiled at the man.
“Crikey,” he said, looked at his watch: 7.56. “You’re the early birds catching the worms eh? Names please?” He asked and scrolled down the list of names for ‘Faith’ and ‘Hope’. “You’re not down on the visitor’s list,” he said and looked up and between the women. “If your names aren’t on the visitor’s list then I can’t let you in… beside I’d need to see some identification as well.”
Hope frowned as to why it was that they were always being asked to prove who they were. “Is it not enough that I stand before you?” She asked of the man. “I am Hope the sister of Charity and…” she pointed to Faith, “this is Faith, the sister of Charity and thy Self.”
The man raised his eye-brow. “That may be but I still need to connect your face with your name. Passport? Driver’s License_”
“Mr Row.” Alastair interrupted, “Let them in.”
He stood and waited until the women were inside his clinic. “Follow me.” he said and swiped a card into a
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