Twenty-Six Years Ago

The phone rings and he picks it up… “Hello?” … then jolts as he hears the voice.

“Davey? Is that you?”

“Shelley? Yes, it’s me.” He pauses, looks over his shoulder then around the doorway into the lounge. “Shelley, Stephen’s not here right now, but I’ll have to talk quietly. How are you? Why are you calling? After all this time, why are you calling now?”

“Davey…” Her voice trembles. “I was wondering if… Would it be possible for me to come home?”

“Home?” He holds the receiver as though accusing it of lying. “You want to come home? Shelley, has something happened? Are you alright?”

“Yes, something’s happened, and… no, I’m not alright. Do you think I could come? Would that be... possible?”

“Permanently you mean? To leave the City?”

Clumping sounds in the background; Stephen coming down the stairs. “Who is it?”

“Ah… no-one.”

Stephen looks at him askance. “No-one? What’s that supposed to mean?”

David takes a breath. “It’s Shelley.”

“Shelley?” Stephen looks upstairs. “And what does she want?”

the receiver with a hand. “She wants to come home. I

there was a lot wrong when she took off the way she did. I thought it would

“Steph…”

Stephen snatches it from his brother’s hand. “Shelley. You’re not coming back here. Don’t ring again. You’re not welcome.” He starts to slam the

mind, I’d like to talk to

sister of mine. And she’s

Something

do Shelley, but I can’t make

how she was earning a living. Probably just got herself

Christ’s sake, Steve, show a little

and she’s not

*****

The Present - James

the door:

A grunt; “Door’s open.”

a table, resting on both palms as he stoops over site schematics spread flat, pinned

James.” He jerks his chin to a stack

“Thanks, yes.”

do for you?” His voice is a growl brought on by years of shouting outdoor instructions up gantries

God for boiling

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