Emily-Jo Davidson

Sisters

Boredom. It eats away at the brain like a fly on a carcass, alone in the desert. Devouring and salivating at the next morsel of energy it can find. Well, that’s at least how Eliza and Meghan saw boredom when waiting for their parents to get ready for an outing. Downstairs they sat in their old, creaky house of heritage which had been passed on as many times as a deadly pandemic. Quiet and lonely sat the house, with not a friend in the world, leaving it bitter and cold on the tip of a hill. Like an old spinster, the house now held secrets and stories unwilling to share with anyone, except the impressionable.