Cold Feeling

The grandfather clock strikes 12, the old creaky house is scarier at night. The house has cracks in the walls, a breeze blows through making every room feel like the inside of a deep freezer. The furnace is on the fritz but a dimly lit fire in the fireplace keeps the living room comfortable. 

She sits on the old beat-up couch that resembles a patchwork quilt. Rubbing her hands together she wishes she knew how to fix the furnace. If her daughter Amy was here she would bang and knock it about and like magic it would work. Her husband called a mechanic to come and fix it but with a storm outside she doubted anybody would come. She doesn’t agree with letting Amy run off with the billionaire she met in Paris. 

In the kitchen, she tried to make tea but her hands were shaking. For some reason, the house felt colder than usual. She shivered then tears started to fall; she threw the nearby mug at the wall and let out a gentle yet painful scream. Her husband came running to her in shock when he saw the mess she made. He tried to comfort her that Amy would be okay, but she tuned him out. All day she’s been trying to distract herself but without any luck. While her husband was holding her tight she was trying to reach the landline to call Amy but he stopped her.