The Decision
By TJ Williams
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She glanced at the picture window, slowly getting up courage to leave the house. Thinking as to how she would cope with the outside, she picked up a magazine and started to read. Her mind kept wandering; she stood and turned to the window.
On the other side of the glass, there was a man smiling at her! He held up a bucket, indicating that he wanted to fill it with water. Alison stood perfectly still, her heart thumping wildly. She felt herself being drawn towards the window, and the magazine slipped from her hand and onto the sofa.
"Can I fill my bucket, missus?" the man shouted.
Alison smiled and walked to the front door, debating what she could do. Her hand touched the handle and slowly turned it. The door opened and a ray of sunlight brightened the hall. The man was standing before her with another man entering the gate with a ladder.
"Can I have some water please? I'll start on your house first?" the man asked.
Alison was just about to reply when she remembered her deep voice. "Yes," she coughed, and opened the door. It was too late now - if the man saw through her, then so be it. It would really give the neighbours something to talk about, at any rate. The man walked in and waited for Alison to show him to the kitchen.
The whole event was over in a matter of moments, and afterwards, despite wondering worriedly what else could go wrong, she managed to calm herself. As she sat down again, she wondered about paying the window cleaner once he had finished.
Peter had taken no interest in house keeping, it was just done as a rule. Now, Alison was in the thick. Getting her handbag, she got her purse out in readiness and practised talking in the manner she would have to adopt when she spoke to the man.
A short time later, the door bell rang, and she opened it with purse in hand.
"Electric, ma'am! I've come to read your meter." the stranger said.
Alison gulped in rising panic - "This way..." she stammered, and stood aside for the man to enter the hallway. As he read the meter, the door bell rang again.
"That will be four pounds fifty, please", said the window cleaner.
"Oh, yes, certainly," Alison replied, fumbling with her purse. Paying the man, she turned towards the electricity meter reader.
Then the phone rang, and Alison panicked... both men appeared to be hanging around, waiting to see if she was really a woman. "Excuse me, I have to answer the phone," she said, closing the door. "Hello?" she said, picking up the telephone.
"Peter, is that you?" said a voice at the other end.
"Yes, Mary," he replied in his usual masculine voice.
"Irene was involved in a car accident this morning." said Mary.
"Is she alright?" Alison asked.
"She's in the Central Hospital. I'll send David around to drive you there - you need to get to the hospital immediately to sign an operation consent form... David should be arriving any minute now."
Alison's idle thoughts of venturing outside were about to become reality....
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