The time was getting close.
She hadn't looked at the clock, the timing wasn't clock time. Besides, it would be rude to watch a clock while family and guests enjoyed the affluent spread of food and wine she had laboured over, filling it with genuine love for them and love for healthful consumption of nutrition and camraderie.
She'd soaked in it all day.
The sounds of her busy crockery and blazing hearth fire echoing off the the kitchen's tall ceiling, the tidal rise and fall of conversation buzzing from room to room, feeling the familiar touches as people came to look over her shoulder and steal a nibble.
Watching the satisfied faces around the warm room, contentment faltered.
It always did.
The fathomless hole groaned and stretched inside her chest, waking and demanding to be fed.
A rise of ebullience in her belly made her pulse flutter and her insides contract, with thoughts of what was to come.
He was out there
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