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
“Yeah, that’s perfect”
“Is she ok”
“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
“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
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
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