The Anderson Maid
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I finish my last trip around the house and double check the windows and doors. But as I'm about to enter the foyer, the door clicks open and I stop hiding behind the wall frame.
"Go! You aren't coming in, the maid will notice and tell my father." I gasp and cover my mouth though continuing to watch.
"But we could-" a deep voice replied, but was cut off. "I'll see you tomorrow," her voice was soft so I knew she meant it to the man she was now kissing.
I stay still and hear an engine roar but it wasn't a car motor or a sports car—I could tell it was a motorcycle engine.
After the loud roar of the engine was gone I checked the corrner but she was still there. Just standing at the door holding a bag in her arms and a lost look on her face.
Quietly and slowly she shuts the door, locking it and heading up the stairs, walking helplessly to her room.
I slowly emerge from the spot I was standing and stare up at the stairs where she walked up.
Ella Anderson has a secret.
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Dismal Endings
Short StoryElla-she's everyone's angel, everyone's light in the dark, everyone's happiness. But angels have secrets, too.
