Sue’s Prompt for #WritePhoto this week.

Part one of Becca And Jack’s story – here

Becca lay in bed gazing out of the window.

A week or so had passed since she had been rescued.

Jack had been an angel, honestly. He’d taken time off work to look after her and had been amazing, tending to her every need.

And now she was starting to feel stronger. Strong enough to go out for a walk, or a hobble with her crutches, to get some fresh air, and to clear the stifling vibes that had been building up inside.

He meant well, really he did, but from the moment she woke up, until the second her eyes closed, he was there.

This morning he was pacing, she knew there was something he wanted to say, and in the end he did.

“Who were you going to meet, that day?”

She had genuinely been going for a walk the day she inadvertently slipped down a tunnel and got trapped in a tunnel for a few days. It had been because of him that she had needed to escape the house.

The constant questioning and suspicion had got all too much and she needed to think.

To clear her mind.

Usually she would have been rather meek in her response, bumbling some story to prove her whereabouts, but after four days trapped in that tunnel, some sort of resolve had built up inside.

“For goodness sake Jack, I was out for a walk! I tripped I fell. Isn’t it punishment enough, that I was trapped for days, with an injury, without you making it all about you?”

Jack sat, slightly shell-shocked. Becca had never answered him back before.

“Right, well, I’ll just go and make a cuppa…” He left the room.

But only for a few moments.

Becca knew.

Looking out of the window, she watched the beautiful Kite soaring over the rooftops. Not far behind her was another. Imagining the first bird to be like her and the other to be like Jack, she thought “See, they never leave us alone. Always there, following us, checking up on us…”

A quiet knock at the door heralded the entry of her Jack, tray set with two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits.

See? He just can’t leave me alone…