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Sylvia couldn’t sleep; no matter how much she tried she just couldn’t

do it. She was just lying on the hard hospital bed with the

uncomfortable, smelly, brown covers right up to her bright red lips

with her eyes tightly shut. She pulled the covers down and peered,

quite predominantly at the clock on her old dusty bedside table with

only a glass of stale water and her own analogue watch she was wearing

at the time it had happened. She strained to read the display. She

could just make it out as five minutes past two in the morning. She

folded her covers back and reached out for the glass of water. She

took a sip and slowly put it back down on the table and got back into

bed gradually.

“OH, Great!”

“Yeah, that’s perfect”

“Is she ok”

“Good”

“Right then, thank you, bye.”

Jack slammed the receiver down and suddenly a rush of excitement hit

him like a bullet. He felt like shouting “SHE’S COMIN’ HOME!” at the

top of his voice but on second thoughts decided against the idea as he

would have hated to upset Mrs Lister, especially in the mood she was

in. Instead he dragged his feet across the hard, uneven carpet and

went into the kitchen reluctantly to tell his mother the news he had

just heard.

“Who was that?” she demanded.

“It was the hospital,” he mumbled silently.

“Speak up! WHO WAS IT!” she repeated in an irritable tone of voice.

“The Hospital, she’s coming out, today at 3 o’clock.”

“Oh is she now, said Mrs Lister making the effort to be extra

patronising.

They did not speak again and a deadly silence filled the room. Mrs

Lister was in an even worse mood than usual and made th...

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the kitchen where the floorboards showed and the carpet was in

desperate need of repair; She saw the inside the living room where the

brightly coloured sofa sat waiting to be sat on and she saw on the

street where a driveway stood with no car for it to hold. She walked

in the kitchen and sat down on the edge of her seat. She started at

the floor ashamed to look up incase she saw her face.

That minute the phone rang Jack rushed to it and saw it as a chance to

leave Sylvia to collect her thoughts and think about what she was

going to do. “Hello, Oh no, oh we will be coming right away, yeah,

we’ll be there in ten minutes, Bye” and Jack put the phone down

slowly. He went into the kitchen. “Who was it?” whispered Sylvia.

Jack replied in a depressed sombre tone “Its mum, something’s happened

to her.”