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Gone Astray

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Esther lay in bed snuggled under the warmth and comfort of a corduroy quilt, its pounds of weight holding her a willing captive. Muffled by the overnight snow, the world was silent, creating the illusion that the house was wrapped within a cocoon. She burrowed into the feather pillows and pictured the snowflakes floating down blanketing the house, a serene glow of pristine white, drifting and gliding, carpeting the roadways, encasing bushes, shrouding bare tree branches with its lovely lace of chastity. She drifted back to sleep.
A shovel scrapping cement, the unmistaken reminder that life goes on even in winter. Esther slowly awoke, stretched, and glanced at the clock setting by her head. Suddenly, bolting upright she reached for the alarm clock, simultaneously threw the covers from her body, and swung her feet to the floor. Nine o’clock, how could that be? It was only six moments ago. She looked around the room disoriented, the phones lay by her bedside, the paperback had fallen to the floor, beside an empty tumbler sat the youthful face of her mother, smiling. Mother. She had slept through their ritual of exchanging early morning phone calls. Oh, well. Lazily she reached for the Motorola phone and flipped it open. Holding down the number 2 she dragged her free hand over her forehead raking back the strands of hair to lift them from her face and slowly shrunk back into the hollow her body had left in the bed, resting her head on the pillows. No answer. Esther unconsciously tugged the quilt up over her breast and covered her flannel night shirt seeking warmth. Well, it was Monday morning after all. Mondays were mother’s day out, communing with lady friends, sharing events of the weekend, and plotting new adve...

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...on the drain board, a used tea bag embracing its side. Axil threw the light switch and the room was flooded with light. Crossing to the small maple table he picked up a stack of envelopes resting on the napkin holder and discovered each addressed and stamped, December’s bills.
Esther traversed the hallway checking room by room. She gingerly stepped into her mother’s room and disappeared for a moment before emerging with a cell phone in her hand. “Mother’s not here,” she whispered, more in thought than announcement. Purring loudly, a huge orange tabby circled her feet brushing the snow from the hem of her coat. Absently, Esther reached down and scratched it behind the ears. “Admiral, where is mommy?” she asked.
“The garage is empty and it looks like the phone is dead.” announced Axil.
Esther held down the number 3 button and willed her sister to answer.
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