Mind Power by Jane Killick

Author:Jane Killick [Killick, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781908340245
Publisher: Elly Books
Published: 2016-04-20T06:00:00+00:00

Sixteen

Michael got back to the flat to find the sheets that Pauline had been sleeping on, folded up on the arm of the sofa. As he wandered through to the bathroom to do the necessary after his long journey in the car, he looked through to his bedroom to see the unmade bed where Katya had slept.

After he washed his hands, Michael stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washing machine. He was overtired from getting virtually no sleep the previous night and he wanted to look forward to getting into his own bed with his own clean sheets and not ones that someone else had used.

He collected the folded up sheets from the sofa and was about to put them in the machine as well when the smell of Pauline stopped him. It was wrapped up with the residue of fragrance from the washing powder, but there was enough of it to make him think of her. The sheets were soft in his hands and he held them like he was holding her.

Shaking the silliness from his head, he bent forward to put the washing in with the rest and stopped. The machine was quite full already with sheet, two pillowcases and a duvet cover. There was also the issue of getting everything dry before he could put it back on the bed again. It didn’t make sense to wash both sets of bedding and leave him with nothing. So he shut the door of the machine, added the powder and set it off on its washing cycle.

Michael took the other set of sheets back to the sofa, put them back where he had found them and sat down. The cushions hugged his body with a comfort of home which was more relaxing than any other. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and read the warning message to say it was low on power. Reluctantly, he left the sofa, scrabbled around for the charger, then sat back down again and dialled Pauline’s number.

The wire attached to the phone was too short for him to sit back so he leant forward with the phone at his ear. It rang for a long time and he thought it was going to go to voicemail. But, at the last moment, Pauline answered.

“Hello?”

She sounded a little out of breath, but it was good to hear her voice. “Hi, it’s Michael.”

“Yeah, I know. The display tells me who’s ringing. Where are you?”

“Home.”

“You got there okay, then?”

“Sort of.” He paused. “Look, Pauline, there’s something I found out.”

“What?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“You’re not really sure what you found out?” she repeated.

“Are you coming back to London at all?”

“I haven’t got a job anymore, have I?”

That’s what Michael thought. It was a silly question. It was just that he had no one else to talk to. He had friends back at university, but they were norms, they wouldn’t understand. The only person he actually knew in London was the Prime Minister and he wasn’t the sort of person you invited over for a coffee and a chat.

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