Posted Thursday November 24
We always thought Sally had a secret. Something she wished not to share hidden away behind locked doors deep within the recesses of her mind. Was it to do with her teen years? Perhaps, for she always steered the subject away whenever it came up.
Sally disappeared one day. No warning. Last June it was. Here one day, gone the next.
A couple of days ago a few of us were having a drink together. We were reminiscing about Sally when a young girl wandered in. She looked vaguely familiar. She walked up to us.
‘I think you might know my mother’ she said.