witness was a man attaching something to a wall, soon after the figure retreating downstairs in a flash.
Liona jolted as she received a silent bleep from the inside of her left leg, it was an input message from Joseph. Liona raised herself from the airborne dust and soil as she attempted to read the device, wiping away the residue as she stared patiently. The rectangular clip-on L.E.M.O.N.D (Longitudinal Electronic Mapping of Neurological Data) device displayed that of her health status on one side, the time and her location, along with a phone and messaging service worldwide. Liona was in Johannesburg, South Africa on a missionary project of construction, design and flood prevention for a small town on the outskirts that for legal reasons Liona has to keep it quiet. She eyed the device and in blue letters it stated: 003476338821103-Hi, how are you? Are you coming home soon, Ed is growing fast and Neville needs a clip around the ear, Hope your well, Jo. 3342’. As she read the message a small revealing smile etched from the corner of her mouth as she began thinking of the birth of Edward and the good times when they were all together along with a deep sense of regret for leaving Joseph.
Liona eyed the device, feeling her heart race emphatically as she was concerned for Edward’s health, due to him having problems in previous years.
Edward was perched in the garden of the worn-out converted farmhouse in the countryside, playing with Neville a game he thought of just for fun as Edward was too little to understand and spent most of the time staring at the world or sitting listening quietly. Joseph is organising documents in the study at the top rear room of the house, which was an extension on the dilapidated building he remembered purchasing just three months after finding out Liona was pregnant with Neville. Joseph looked out of the study window clocking the high hills and low clouds first then his children playing happily by themselves on the gloriously green grass.
The telephone outrageously echoed around the study, making Joseph stumble with his piles of books, folders and jotted notes flying off the top drifting to the floor like a feather seeking the air. He rushed to place the things on the desk in front of the window; all piled with computers, antennas, radios and scatter details of African origin, paper-cuttings and usual writing equipment. As he dashed to away from the desk to the third ring of the telephone he caught knocked a few books onto the green-carpeted floor, making a lazy thudding sound, opening at a random page on doing so. He was expecting a call back from Liona and answered the rectangular thin receiver as quickly as he could. Even though him and Liona have gone their separate ways now, Joseph still feels the same way hid did the very moment their eyes laid upon each other, that she was full of enthusiasm and credence. The feelings she made him feel seemed to leap onto him, although feeling in a state of regret and desire for the very feeling she used to give him. Now he felt that this had all eluded him and that his intentions were all directed towards his children’s upbringing, to make her proud. The telephone piece began making a rhythmic consistent beeping to be replaced seconds after by a voice.
‘Hello there would you like to accept a call from South Africa sir?’ suggested the old lady in a deep southern African accent on the other end of the receiver.
‘Yes, certainly’ exclaimed Joseph wishing to speak with her right away. As the woman informed him to hold for a moment whilst she connected them, he knew that her voice would fill him with utter tranquillity and personal longing for her back in his arms.
‘Hey darling, how are you? I received your message. Is everything all right?’ said Liona sweetly, her voice so tender it could be listened to for an eternity.
‘Hi, yeah
Liona jolted as she received a silent bleep from the inside of her left leg, it was an input message from Joseph. Liona raised herself from the airborne dust and soil as she attempted to read the device, wiping away the residue as she stared patiently. The rectangular clip-on L.E.M.O.N.D (Longitudinal Electronic Mapping of Neurological Data) device displayed that of her health status on one side, the time and her location, along with a phone and messaging service worldwide. Liona was in Johannesburg, South Africa on a missionary project of construction, design and flood prevention for a small town on the outskirts that for legal reasons Liona has to keep it quiet. She eyed the device and in blue letters it stated: 003476338821103-Hi, how are you? Are you coming home soon, Ed is growing fast and Neville needs a clip around the ear, Hope your well, Jo. 3342’. As she read the message a small revealing smile etched from the corner of her mouth as she began thinking of the birth of Edward and the good times when they were all together along with a deep sense of regret for leaving Joseph.
Liona eyed the device, feeling her heart race emphatically as she was concerned for Edward’s health, due to him having problems in previous years.
Edward was perched in the garden of the worn-out converted farmhouse in the countryside, playing with Neville a game he thought of just for fun as Edward was too little to understand and spent most of the time staring at the world or sitting listening quietly. Joseph is organising documents in the study at the top rear room of the house, which was an extension on the dilapidated building he remembered purchasing just three months after finding out Liona was pregnant with Neville. Joseph looked out of the study window clocking the high hills and low clouds first then his children playing happily by themselves on the gloriously green grass.
The telephone outrageously echoed around the study, making Joseph stumble with his piles of books, folders and jotted notes flying off the top drifting to the floor like a feather seeking the air. He rushed to place the things on the desk in front of the window; all piled with computers, antennas, radios and scatter details of African origin, paper-cuttings and usual writing equipment. As he dashed to away from the desk to the third ring of the telephone he caught knocked a few books onto the green-carpeted floor, making a lazy thudding sound, opening at a random page on doing so. He was expecting a call back from Liona and answered the rectangular thin receiver as quickly as he could. Even though him and Liona have gone their separate ways now, Joseph still feels the same way hid did the very moment their eyes laid upon each other, that she was full of enthusiasm and credence. The feelings she made him feel seemed to leap onto him, although feeling in a state of regret and desire for the very feeling she used to give him. Now he felt that this had all eluded him and that his intentions were all directed towards his children’s upbringing, to make her proud. The telephone piece began making a rhythmic consistent beeping to be replaced seconds after by a voice.
‘Hello there would you like to accept a call from South Africa sir?’ suggested the old lady in a deep southern African accent on the other end of the receiver.
‘Yes, certainly’ exclaimed Joseph wishing to speak with her right away. As the woman informed him to hold for a moment whilst she connected them, he knew that her voice would fill him with utter tranquillity and personal longing for her back in his arms.
‘Hey darling, how are you? I received your message. Is everything all right?’ said Liona sweetly, her voice so tender it could be listened to for an eternity.
‘Hi, yeah
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