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The Real LJ idol Topic 2 The Missing Stair

Ow! My head aches! I’m cold. What am I doing here? Where am I? What time is it?

The old women slowly lifted her head fighting against the dizziness. The street lights cast the shadow of the sun ray pattern on the door onto the floor. This told her she was in her own house, and it was still night time. She tried to get up but agonising pain her hip stopped her, she took a deep breath realising that her hip was probably broken.

How did I end up here? Oh yes, I was reading in bed when the lights went out. So I thought I should to check the fuse box.

She had not wanted to go downstairs until the morning but her Mum’s favourite saying “Don’t put off till tomorrow, what you can do today” had been drilled into her since childhood.

She had got out of bed to make her way to the fuse box in the cupboard under the stairs. Halfway there she stumbled on the stair and landed on the hallway floor below.

Oh bother! That was a stupid thing to do! What am I going to do now?

She didn’t feel able to bang on the adjoining wall to her neighbours who had just moved in. It would have been different if her best friend Joan still lived there. They had been neighbours all their lives,since childhood and their bedrooms had been at either side of the connecting wall. She and Joan had developed a tapping language between them as a way to continue talking while in bed. As was usual in the 1940's they both shared their beds with their older sisters, both of whom had passed away last year.

She remembered how this language had saved lives in their childhood during the war. She was at school when the air raid siren had wailed and all the school walked into the air raid shelter several yards away from the school. Whilst there the head teacher continued with their mental arithmetic lessons. One question about oranges caused a smile as no one had seen these for the quite a few years and before that they had been a once a year Christmas treat.

She remembered how they had all held their breath when the heard a loud explosion nearby. The Infant children started to cry, not at the the noise so much, but because they wanted to be with their Mums. The teachers stared a sing-a-long beginning with the younger children’s favourite 'Ten Green Bottles', then 'Run Rabbit Run' and onto more patriotic songs such as 'White Cliffs of Dover'. Another explosion shook the shelter and they nervously continued with their singing.

The 'All Clear' siren sounded and strangely the teachers carried on with the singing.

Miss Jackson came over to her and Joan and quietly said to them, “You two are the oldest and most sensible I want you to go to the emergency exit and listen for the wardens”.

As they walked away they heard the Head Teacher say "Right children we need everybody to be really quiet,so we are going to have competition with house points for the children who can stay silent the longest”.

She and Joan walked to the exit and put their ears against the wall. After what seemed like hours they heard a tapping noise they looked at each other and realised it was their language.

The tapping asked? "Is anyone there?"

They realised it must be Joan’s older sister Mary who was a warden, knocking, and that somehow over the years she had learnt their code.

Using their gas mask cases they had tapped back,"Yes all the school"

"Any injuries?"

"No".

Joan had ran back to tell her teacher that there was a warden at the emergency exit. They were rescued from the shelter and found that their school had took a direct hit.

I was lucky that time she thought, I wonder if I’ll be lucky now?

Ouch! What’s that sticking in my chest? Oh! How could I have forgotten that I was wearing my alarm pendant around my neck. I'm so pleased that Joan persuaded me to sign up for the local home alert service a few years ago.

She pressed the red button on the pendant.

"Hello Mrs Smith, this is the Home Alert service, you pressed your button, are you needing assistance"

"Yes I've fallen down the stairs and think might have broken my hip".

"Thank you for that information an ambulance is on its way and will be with you in a few minutes".

Comments

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basric
Mar. 25th, 2014 03:42 am (UTC)
Well done. I enjoyed.
crazed_delusion
Mar. 25th, 2014 04:35 am (UTC)
I really liked the flashback in the middle there.
eternal_ot
Mar. 25th, 2014 11:27 am (UTC)
A nice read! i liked the tapping code..:)
baxaphobia
Mar. 25th, 2014 03:15 pm (UTC)
this story is very familiar to me as I have aging parents and similar things have happened.
lawchicky
Mar. 25th, 2014 04:55 pm (UTC)
Great job with this.
alycewilson
Mar. 25th, 2014 08:18 pm (UTC)
It's like a more serious version of the "I've fallen and can't get up" commercials. I liked the flashback for what it added.
solstice_singer
Mar. 26th, 2014 12:45 am (UTC)
The Lifeline alert system is definitely a life saver.
cheshire23
Mar. 26th, 2014 01:46 am (UTC)
I like the full-circle that things come with Joan.
halfshellvenus
Mar. 26th, 2014 05:59 am (UTC)
A nice mixture of past and present, and of little details like Christmas oranges that my parents knew so well. :)
whipchick
Mar. 26th, 2014 03:55 pm (UTC)
What a neat flashback!
imafarmgirl
Mar. 26th, 2014 04:00 pm (UTC)
I liked the flashback best.
labelleizzy
Mar. 27th, 2014 01:40 am (UTC)
good story!
i_will_not_say
Mar. 27th, 2014 01:30 pm (UTC)
I liked how you incorporated the flashback. :)
inawrites
Mar. 27th, 2014 09:31 pm (UTC)
A very well incorporated flashback :)
similiesslip
Mar. 28th, 2014 01:36 am (UTC)
The ending surprised me. I like how you wrote this :)
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