Featured Excerpt: Nosy Neighbors by Freya Sampson

Seven

DOROTHY

The primary Dorothy knew of the occasions in flat one was the sound of the siren. Initially, she gave little thought to its distant wail. Her grocery supply had arrived this afternoon, and she or he was having fun with a very scrumptious cream eclair whereas she wrote a sternly worded letter to the council a couple of unfastened paving stone exterior. And so it was not till the ambulance changed into Poet’s Highway, and its wail turned so deafening that Dorothy may not hear Tristan and Isolde, that she started to take observe.

She watched it strategy, however it was solely when it pulled to a cease in entrance of her window that she felt her coronary heart price begin to quicken. It was not right here for somebody in Shelley Home, certainly? Dorothy swallowed some eclair, however her throat was dry and she or he gagged. The siren had stopped however the blue mild was nonetheless revolving, its fluorescent rays so dazzling that she was compelled to shut her eyes.

The sticky sensation of sizzling asphalt beneath her naked toes.

Dorothy dropped her cake fork and it clattered onto the plate.

The shout of a person as he tried to meet up with her, the texture of his fingers grabbing her arm.

She heard footsteps working and a buzzer sounding someplace throughout the constructing.

The pity within the paramedic’s eyes.

Dorothy jumped up from the desk so abruptly that her plate tilted and smashed to the ground, splattering crème pâtissière over her slippers. She ignored it as she rushed towards her entrance door, urgent her eye towards the small glass circle. Two uniformed paramedics had been standing within the hallway, their backs to her as they talked to somebody. Who on earth was it? Maybe Gloria? This may not be the primary time she had ended up in a bodily altercation with one in every of her gents pals. Or possibly the person from flat 4, given his apparent rampant drug utilization? However when one of many paramedics stepped apart, Dorothy noticed the pink-haired woman standing within the foyer, her face the colour of milk. Was she unwell? She was waving her arms round after which she turned and strode into flat one, the paramedics sizzling on her heels.

Dorothy felt the air go away her lungs.

Joseph Chambers.

The door to flat one was nonetheless open, and from this distance Dorothy may make out the paramedics standing behind a low desk, wanting down at one thing on the ground. Dorothy felt herself sway and grabbed maintain of the doorframe to regular herself. She should sit down earlier than she collapsed and wanted the efforts of a paramedic herself. She shuffled throughout to the desk, bone china crunching beneath her slippered toes as she dropped into her chair. Had he had a coronary heart assault and dropped useless, proper there on the ground? He had all the time appeared so wholesome, bounding off on his ridiculous day by day runs, however maybe he had had a dickey coronary heart all alongside. Or possibly it had been a stroke; a time-bomb blood clot within the arteries of his mind, so giant that it wiped him out in seconds?

Dorothy’s throat was parched and she or he reached for her teacup, her hand shaking as she lifted it to her lips and took a sip. What number of occasions had she dreamed of this second over the previous three many years, fantasizing concerning the myriad methods by which Joseph would possibly lastly get his comeuppance? What number of hundreds of nights had she lain awake imagining the best way she would really feel when he was gone from her life for good? In her goals, she had all the time been dancing for pleasure, cracking open the cooking sherry to have a good time, but now she felt solely chilly and numb. It have to be the shock.

A police automotive pulled up behind the ambulance and two officers climbed out, one in every of them tossing an empty burger wrapper towards the bin as he climbed the steps. It missed and landed on the pavement, however Dorothy’s diary sat untouched. A number of passersby stopped to gawk on the emergency autos, little doubt questioning what grotesque occasions had taken place in Hell Home. Dorothy’s insides coiled like a cage filled with venomous snakes, however she didn’t rise from the desk or take her eyes off the window.

Lastly, after what felt like hours however her watch informed her was solely eighteen minutes, the entrance door opened once more. The paramedics wheeled out a gurney coated with a white sheet, however Dorothy caught a flash of grey hair and a pair of outdated working trainers protruding the underside. For a short second she discovered herself questioning if the physique would nonetheless really feel heat to the contact or if it was already turning chilly. She shivered and pulled her cardigan round her shoulders. The paramedics carried the gurney down the steps and loaded it fastidiously into the again of the ambulance, then the rear doorways slammed shut and the automobile pulled off.

Dorothy didn’t take her eyes off the ambulance till it disappeared from view. It was solely as soon as it had turned the nook out of Poet’s Highway that she realized she was not the one one watching Joseph Chambers take his ultimate journey from Shelley Home. The pink-haired woman was standing on the entrance step, her arms crossed over her physique. Her common scowl was gone and she or he regarded abruptly very younger, little greater than a baby. She stared down the empty street for a second longer earlier than turning and strolling again into the constructing, permitting the entrance door to slam violently behind her.

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