The house sat empty and still. Just like the day she'd moved in. Heart sore and empty, she stared around at the blank walls, covered with old wall paper holding outlines of previous framed items. It was an old house. Her grandmother's house.
Sighing she leaned forward onto the palms of her hands, elbows on the old formica table. Funny how she'd been numb that day, and felt numb now. It had been, what, 4 years ago? And not much had changed in life. Only the date.
Things had looked so much better back then. The amazement that Grandma had left her the house when she'd lost the lease on her apartment -- true karma come back to her for all the good times with grandma. But once she'd moved in, stripped most of the old wallpaper off and decorated it with her own taste, life had seemed to stop.
Oh sure, she still worked, still went through the motions of living. But there was nothing there. No one else was with her.
Not since the broken blinds.
She'd thought that people would move on, forget things like that. What was such a big deal about broken blinds? So she finally replaced the things her grandmother had left forever. She'd never understood those blinds, and how they hung in the back door of the kitchen, hanging crazy with broken slats.
"Grandma," she'd ask, almost every time she visited. "Why don't you ever get rid of those blinds? They don't even cover the window!"
"Oh, that old thing? It's no bother," she'd say, with a shrug. "I like them there."
How could she? It always bothered her. It was the first thing she took down, that broken blind. She took it down and tossed it in the garbage and taken a big deep breath, realizing she'd finally acknowledged that the house was hers.
Nothing had ever been the same. It was almost as if those blinds had closed the door to reality and shifted her to another dimension where no one else existed. How did it work? She rubbed at her aching temples, wondering how she'd gone on for so long without realizing the correlation.
But it had been 14 years...surely the blinds were gone now, the garbage truck had to have picked them up soon after she'd moved in and taken them down. There was no way to replace them. Could she buy new ones and break them like the old ones? Would that even work?
It was stupid!! she told herself, closing her eyes. So crazy. She was really loosing it.
Unable to fight the impulse, she stood and went to the garbage can that was on the back porch where she'd tossed the blinds. It was the first time she'd gone out that door in ages. Possibly since she'd taken the blinds and tossed them there. She stared at the garbage can where the broken blinds remained.
It couldn't be!
She gulped and slowly reached in to pull them out, realizing that the world seemed to stop as if holding it's breath. I really have lost my mind, she thought, taking the dilapidated blinds back into the house and shutting the door.
The minute the door shut it was as if time resumed. Color seemed to return to the room, and she heard sounds from the neighborhood. "no," she whispered, looking at the blinds in her hand. "that's crazy!"
She took a trembling breath and slowly reattached them at the top of the door to the hooks that she'd left there to hang the new blind from. After hanging it, she stepped back and fell into the chair she'd been sitting in.
It was ridiculous to think that something that simple could have paused her life for so long. What was the deal? Had her grandmother had some kind of magic? Before she could wrap her mind around the way her house seemed to come to life around her, her cell phone rang.
It hadn't rung in years.
"Hello?" she said hesitantly, wondering who was calling her out of the blue.
"Hey, is this Becky?" a somewhat familiar male voice said into her ear.
"Um, yeah," she replied. "Who's this?"
"My name is Mike," he said. "I work with a friend of yours and he gave me your number. I hear you live in that cool old house on Ewe turn."
She blinked and looked at the blinds again. It was like they...winked
"Anyway, I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow night."
"Who is it you know that I work with?" she asked, feeling like the world had tilted a little off axis.
"oh, yeah, um her name is Alexis? She says she's worked with you for years."
She gulped and looked over at the portrait of her grandmother that she'd hung on the kitchen wall since her grandmother had spent most of her time in the room. Grandma Alexis. She didn't know any other Alexis.
"How long have you known her?" she asked, feeling the hair stand up on her arms.
"Oh, um, about 4 years or so," came the dry chuckle. "She just moved, crazy thing. I was going to try and do a lunch with both of you to introduce us."
She shook her head and looked at the blinds again. "What time did you want to pick me up?"
kind of lame...but what rambled through my thoughts. Time to hit the sack...