Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining

by Scarlett Drake

I knew he’d started some renovations to the upper floors, but that hadn’t carried on down here. Not a single thing is different to how it was then. There’s some comfort in that, I find. Some sort of morbid nostalgia that I assumed had died in me a long time ago. It unsettles me. Makes me feel like a stranger in a place I know almost intimately, a place that felt as much a part of me as the heart in my chest.

I was pretty sure I could avoid him forever with some careful strategising.

“Everything you think and feel is in your eyes, you know. When you hated me, I could see it. When you didn’t, I could see that too.”