The A to Z challenge
is to write a daily blog post centred around a different letter of the alphabet
each day. I will attempt to write a complete story which will continue each day
and hopefully draw to a conclusion when we get to Z.
Everything about April screamed summer. Her fine shoulder
length blonde hair, framed her face like a halo. She had alabaster skin which
served as a perfect backdrop to her cornflower blue eyes. Even on the dullest
days a light seem to shine around her. She was petit, no taller than five feet,
and she wore ballet pumps which made her look even smaller, as all her friends
wore at least a three inch heel. Her dresses were nineteen fifties in style and
people often remarked that she made them think or Sandra Dee or Peggy Sue.
April was everyone’s friend and everyone liked her, but there
was one small problem and that was her birthday. April had been born on April
first and that was why her mother had called her April. All her
friends thought it was great fun to send her joke presents on her birthday.
April had a good sense of humour but not when it came to her birthday. Everyone
else got treated special and spoilt on their birthdays and all she got was to
be made a fool of. They always made up for it later on in the day but she had
lost her excitement by then.
This year April had sworn it would be different. She had
warned all her friends that she would never speak to them again if they didn’t
treat her birthday with some respect and they had promised to make this year
special.
April was going to be twenty one and she really hoped they
would keep their promises.
When April the first arrived April woke up to the sound of
the birds singing. Even early in the morning the sun was already shining
through her window. She checked inside her slippers and her dressing gown.
Nothing. She carefully walked through to the bathroom and checked the toilet
seat for cling film and the shower head for ink. Nothing. She slowly edged down
the stairs checking each step before putting her weight onto it. Nothing. In
the kitchen she checked the milk and upon finding it was fresh, made her
breakfast.
There on the table were a pile of cards and five presents.
She carefully opened all the cards and read the greetings. April found a strange
warm feeling enveloping her. This must be what it’s like for everyone else on
their birthdays she thought. She placed the cards on the mantle and started to
open her presents. An ipad, a couple of cd’s she wanted and a copy of 1984. She
couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been. The final parcel didn’t have a tag on
it. April wondered who it could be from. All her family had bought her
something and she would see most of her friends later.
She slowly eased open the celotape and the wrapping paper
fell away to reveal a small box. As she carefully lifted the lid, the smell hit
her. Putrid, almost rotten. It was the worst thing she had ever smelt. The
box was open in her hand and all she could do was stare at it.
The silence was broken as the doorbell rang. At the same
time April started screaming.
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