Silencing The Drums

St Pius X Girls National School, Terenure, 6th Class, 9th January 2017

I was sitting on the couch when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was him coming back, but then I heard the high-pitched squeal of Donna’s hearing aid.

My name is Henrietta and this is my story. 

The front door opened and I heard the whirr of Donna’s electric mobility scooter zooming through the hall. 

“You’ll never believe this,” Donna said to me in a high pitched whisper. “The new neighbours, Paul and Paula –they have a daughter, Pauline and son, Robert. Robert plays the drums at half six every morning, while I’m trying to sleep.”

“I don’t think they’ll be here for long. Everyone always moves out of that house but no-one knows why,” I said to her. 

“And even more strangely,” Donna continued. “I called over to complain about the drums and they said Robert doesn’t have a drum set.”

I nodded slowly, not uttering a word. I knew my husband used to play the drums and he was last seen in that house thirty years ago. 

“I miss him so much,” I murmured.

“Sorry dear, what did you say?” Donna asked, as she adjusted her hearing aid...