Rosa and the Package Part 3

This is part three of Roas and the Package for part one click here and part two click here.

Rosa didn’t like nasty surprises, she didn’t like seeing dead men walking and she certainly didn’t like seeing her front door hanging off its hinges, but that was the sight that greeted her when she got home from her walk. She’d been visited while she was out and it hadn’t been friendly, she thanked god she hadn’t been in. She stood in the corridor observing the gaping hole where her door once stood for what felt like hours, She could feel her pulse racing in her neck and fear coursing through her veins. She had to try to stay calm but that was easier said than done.  There was no one around, not a soul in sight, yet she felt like she was being watched by 1000 eyes through 1000 peepholes. The silence was unnerving, unnatural; there was normally noise coming from behind her neighbours’ doors - muted conversations, the clank of cutlery or the murmur of the television bit today there was nothing.

It appeared her visitors had come and gone but had they found what they were looking for? They hadn’t waited around for her, so they must have been looking for the package. She cautiously went into the flat, listening carefully for signs of life. Her eyes welled with tears as she saw the damage and destructions. She’d been visited by uncouth farmyard animals who obviously taken great delight it wreaking havoc. Rosa glanced her eyes towards the hiding place. It was miraculously intact. She had a decision to make; she knew she couldn’t stay there but should she take the package with her or was it best to leave it safe in a place the beasts hadn’t found it? She decided her own well-being was more important than any package, so she’d leave everything as it was and get the hell out of there. But where to go? Where was safe?

But Rosa didn’t have to make the decision. A squeak, a noise, rubber on the lino floor behind her, smashing the silence and making her jump. She span around ready to be confronted by the secret policemen who had led Igor away the night before. But it wasn’t large men who were watching her but a smallish, stylish woman with a pretty face that couldn’t hide a tired eyes. Rosa didn’t know her but she had the feeling she’d seen her somewhere before but she couldn’t place her.

            ‘Come’ said the stranger, her voice soft, gentle, friendly, her smile warm, friendly, welcoming.

Rosa hesitated and then nodded and followed the girl out of the flat. She didn’t know who she was or where she was going but there was something about that girl that made Rosa feel safe, safer than she’d felt since she’d first got involved with the cause.

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