CLANDESTINE

                     Clandestine 

CHAPTER 1

She did'nt like the sounds of moving vehicles so she always had her earphones on when left alone at home since their house was situated on a hilly ground by the road side just after the city's general hospital where Mama Freda,her mother,worked as a doctor.

The house was a three storey building which initially was painted red but was replaced with a blue paint at her request after persistent persuasions.  

It had a sunshade opposite the garage and low grasses decorated the exterior surfaces of the house. Rose flowers were grown in the window panes painted with white. The balcony on the 2nd floor had flower vases at it's four corners and a reading table placed beside the window,that was were she attended to pending tasks from the office. She occupied the position of a senior editor in Howells Publishers and her short curly hair was usually let loosed over her face except on weekdays when she was at work.

 She was 23 years, tall for her age and very intelligent but she was'nt sociable.  

Some folks said she was weird,others considered it as a personal preference and some others concluded that she was being pretentious.

She destested many things and would'nt even have a look at them with her eyes. She hated the colours orange and red. She would'nt wear heels nor suits. 

She always made sure that there were nothing like dolls or any human shaped molten image at home and most of her room furnitures had only a blue or pink colour,her favorites. 

She hated jam on bread but preferred dried fish. She did'nt use to fling her hands back and forth while walking as others would and she never forgot to look back intermittently as she was being conscious, so she would'nt fall into the same hands who might've kidnapped Pa. Moore.Her father's sudden disappearance after she was admitted to the hospital for treatment remains a mystery to her. 

It was a trauma for her. Her father always loved and cared for her. She'd a lot of memories about her and her father when they visited divers places of interest to have fun and how much he'd spent on her behalf. Davis Moore's pains would remain constant except otherwise Pa. Moore returned home to feel the vacuum he had created as a result of his absence.

And Mama Freda always said to her "Davie my love, your father disappeared after he was asked to donate his blood for you when you were dying and now he's probably married to another woman" then she would pull down her dark glasses with a fore finger "or am I no longer pretty? But Davie I'm only 42." She spoke to Davis Moore but her eyes were on Pa. Moore's magnificent portrait hung on the wall.

The chubby woman mostly talked to her self more often than she communicated with others,it was a learned habit and perhaps she loved it that way. ✍️

©️ Queensley Alfred.