October of Urban Legends by Luke Christodoulou

Author:Luke Christodoulou
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

The following day

With Jacob out of the house and with Maximo asleep, Iris decided to clean out the garage. They had began building by its side. A new guestroom with its own bathroom. She filled up the kettle and dropped a tea bag in her favorite mug, the one with Ibiza’s beaches on the side. A rattling noise came from the floor above. Iris looked up and stood still. Another noise followed. Iris could feel the blood running faster through her veins. She took off her shoes and tiptoed upstairs. She peeped into Maximo’s room. Her son was fast asleep. She waited in silence, yet no noise came again, besides that of the screaming kettle’s.

‘A hot tea should do you some good,’ she whispered and made her way back downstairs. With her apple and cinnamon flavored tea in her hands, she opened the kitchen door that led into their messy garage. ‘Oh, Lord, where the hell do I start from?’ she said as she looked at all the boxes and tools spread out in the spacious room. Iris sat down by the cardboard boxes in the corner and opened the first one; her steaming tea and baby monitor by her side.

Iris began separating items into three piles. To keep, to sale, to throw. As she enjoyed the last drop from her hot beverage, the window flew open and a gust of wind invaded the garage. Iris dropped her mug to the ground and watched it shatter before her tired eyes. ‘Fuck,’ she said as the images of sandy beaches vanished and gave way to colorful pieces of porcelain.

Just then, as she stood in despair, she heard heavy breathing. She looked around. She was alone.

‘Iris!’

She clearly heard her name. Her eyes turned to the baby monitor and with shock she saw its bright green lights moving. She ran upstairs to Maximo’s room. He slept peacefully in his bed, his body hidden below his Winnie-the-pooh blanket. He was alone. Iris slid down the wall in the hallway and placed her head in her hands. Tears ran freely as she felt another migraine coming.

Sunday

‘I can’t believe you are going for lunch and leaving me alone in here!’

Jacob straightened his purple tie as he stood in the doorway. ‘You have Maximo.’

‘Please, don’t joke,’ she said, lowering her voice. ‘I’m scared...’

Jacob sighed. ‘Of?’

Iris shrugged her shoulders. ‘The house...’

‘Baby, it was just wind. You’re just overworked and need a break. I’ll be home as soon as possible. I’m late,’ he said, kissed her on her forehead and rushed out the door.

Iris screamed silently, cursed Jacob inside her head and slammed the door. She turned around and smiled at her son playing with his toy trains. ‘I wish my only worries were if Thomas the Engine will fit through the tunnel,’ she said as she sat down with her son, who was trying to push his toy train through his Lego bricks.

‘Water,’ she said to her boy and passed him his Transformers bottle. She looked over to the kitchen counter.

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