PATH PLANS

She found a container brimming with bricks. “What an eye-sore to walk around” she noted. She decided to put it to some use. So every day as she walked home from work in her tired stockinged wide stride she picked up a brick or two and quickly whipped it into her hand-bag; one which was never far from her hip. Swinging the bag casually but not so carelessly as to give herself an injury she returned home; a small neat and tidy house where she lived for the present, alone. Well she was a hard worker and there was time and plenty for babies. She had plans.

Now she emptied out the contents of her hand-bag discarding the lipsticks, purse and comb to one side whilst piling up the bricks on her kitchen table in a growing heap. She had a plan and this plan was unstoppable.


She was making a path in her garden. She worked by night and y day hid the path under a green curtain that looked to all intents and purposes like a lawn. Only when one looked close; when one noticed the omission of worms and bugs, weeds and daisies would there be any rise for suspicion but the attention that she got from the immediate public came in short and unstoppable glances. Nobody knew about the path so certainly nobody had a clue where it led to.


At last the deed was done and so on the night of completion, after the final stone had been finally put in place; after the container once brimming with bricks down the road from her neat and tidy dwelling had at long last been emptied, she sighed, kicked off the fake lawn carpet that was really a curtain and walked down the path.