This week I have two lots of Friday Fictioneers for you as I forgot to post Haversham Heights last week. Enjoy!

Haversham Heights 

“This all looks a bit Miss Haversham to me”

I was yet to be convinced that this was where me and my fiance should spend the rest of our lives. The building looked like it had been beautiful in it’s prime before it became covered in dirt and dust.

“You’re kidding nobody my love. You’d love to do this place up. Imagine living in this beautiful house with our newborn”

He put his hand over my slightly swollen stomach and it filled with butterflies. I stubbornly argued but then he showed me the garden… I changed my mind.

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Problem Solver

I had 20p and one chance. Who would I call? The police would be the obvious choice. I was in deep trouble and the law could help. I’ve heard about the police making things more difficult for people though.

Maybe not.

My best friend? He’s been with me thick and thin. He’d surely have some advice? But he’d never let me live this moment down.

I don’t think so.

It was obvious. The one place I could call. Someone who would help me without judging me. Who would hug me and give me hope.

I dialled the number.

“Mum?”