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Walking into the house the first thing Isadora noticed was how quiet it was. The second thing she noticed, after telling herself Zyana was still asleep, was that the woman’s jacket was missing from the pegs on the wall where she’d hung it. Ah. Well. Looking at her husbands she gave a grim smile and told them she’d go make some lunch.
She knew Zyana had things she wanted to do but she still felt rejected. She thought something magical had happened last night and she’d thought all day about Zyana. They all had. They’d all been wearing silly grins all morning as they searched a doctor’s clinic nearby for supplies. To come home to an empty house was heartbreaking.
Walking up to her bedroom to change clothes before making lunch Isadora found the note and the pill on the bed. Confused, she looked at the two objects trying to decide what they meant. Judging by the water still drying in the shower Zyana had not been gone long. But would she leave the note and pill there like that? Surely she’d have at least taken the pill. Or was that somehow an answer?
Not really knowing and on the verge of tears, Isadora changed her clothes and walked down to the kitchen. Although she’d not truly formed the thought Isadora was disappointed to find that there was not an answering note anywhere in the house, as she found when she glanced at every surface as she walked through the house. Looking in the kitchen she decided that Zyana must have left without eating anything either because there was no sign of it.
Sighing again she took last night’s leftover ham, sliced it thinner, and made sandwiches for all of them with the homemade bread she had left. They’d sealed all the sugar, flour, and cornmeal they could find in plastic buckets with lids. Hopefully it would last. Putting all of the sandwiches on a plate Isadora turned to the back door, preparing to open it to call out to the men, who had gone out to check the animals. There was smoke rising to the cloudless, sunny sky.
“Zyana” she breathed as she ran out the door.
The End
About the Author
Miranda Bailey is a well-travelled writer with a passion for romance. She graduated from Dick and Jane books at an early age and read anything in the house. Luckily she had an aunt with a love for romance novels and through those novels she travelled the globe, through space and time, and deep into realms she could never dream of but opened up her imagination.
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Now, after visiting many of the places she read about in books as a child, Miranda is taking her love of writing and her love of romance into her own new little worlds. With a head full of adventure, romance, and intrigue Miranda hopes you’ll join her on some of her journeys into unknown worlds and explorations.
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