Creative Writing: Maisie Watson's Life

Maisie Watson had been around Doctor Vu for quite a long time. Long enough to know the reason he prohibited her from ever cleaning his bedroom. She had never let her curiosity get the best of her, although nothing escaped the housekeeper’s keen observation. She may be old, but she was still sharp; however she dared not to question Doctor Vu’s personal life. Small talks between them had never went beyond weather and dinner.
It was the end of November. Gotham City plummet deeper into its constant sombre mood. Sunlight had totally distinguished behind thick, gray clouds. The wind was bitter cold, raged empty streets days and nights, withered the City to the colours of black and gray.
Sunday afternoon, upon entering the house fresh from the fierce pouring rain outside, Maisie Watson was greeted by an unsettling wave of silence. Doctor Vu wasn’t kicking back on the favourite armchair leafing through his thick thesaurus, waiting for her as usual. It was two-fifteen, about his usual supper time. …show more content…
The sound bounced off the walls and faded into oblivion. Doctor Vu’s familiar gruff voice did not ring out in reply. She saw that his polished leather shoes were neatly aligned on the shoe rack, meaning he was home.
Strange. Perhaps Doctor Vu forgot she would return from her two-week vacation today? No, the housekeeper shook her head, He marked it on the calendar already.
Shaking her head, Maisie Watson stepped into the kitchen to find the roses she bought for Doctor Vu the day before she gone were dead in the vase. Moist, brown petals quivered under her touch. Maisie Watson peered at the dirty water, couldn’t help but feel shattered inside.
Doctor Vu had never done this to her. Never ever. Why