The House On The Hill

Knottingham Hill – yes, this is the right street. That must be the house, right up there. It has taken so many years to find him, blockaded behind a corporate front. Yes, he left mother well off. Yes, he paid for our schooling. But he vanished … that is the whole point, he vanished. I am not sure that I want to know him now. We all paid a price for his decisions, but I am starting to see that he did also. I don’t need to know the reason why, I just need to let him go – to release him from my mind, and from my heart. He no longer exists.

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(c) February 2020 Bonnie Cehovet

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