The Woman in the Window
8th February, Story #39/366
December 1926, Harrogate
The woman gazes out of the window at the chilly, beautiful town bustling away below, her face as blank as a page. Unaware of the frantic search for her that is taking place at this very moment, she can't hear the dogs barking and snuffling, looking for her trail.
Think of her like a swan on a lake. He appears serene at first glance, but there is immense effort being wrought below the surface.
The woman isn't entirely sure where she is, or how she got there. More worrying, she's not sure who she is.
She knows some things. Just yesterday, she spent the evening dancing in this gorgeous hotel. Some part of her knows the steps. She can walk and talk and dress herself. Moving her face into the right expressions, she moves around like a ghost, or like a person in a dream.
A full-grown woman of means and intelligence, she's aware that people don't just spring into being as adults. They don't pop up from holes in the ground. Every person has a background - a story of how they came to be, from birth to the present day, cascading behind them like a wedding train. The thought pains her, though she isn't sure why. She pushes it away for the time being.
I, too, must have a story.
What is it?
Dare she hunt for it? What might she find? The prospect fills her with dread, and she backs away from it, obeying some instinct wiser than she can be at this moment. Content, then, for now, to dance. To take dinner, to smile at other guests, to take the cure.
Teresa. It's a name of great significance to her, so perhaps it is hers. Even the lowest dog has a name, so she claimed this one. It seemed a logical thing to do. This very room was booked under it several days ago.
She moves away from the window at last, ready to descend the stairs and take a seat in the luxurious dining room.
A man's voice calls out, and it's clear as day that it's directed at her.
"Mrs. Christie? Mrs. Christie! Is that you?!"
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Word count (excluding note): 366
Submitted on 8th February at 23:00
*Quick Author's Note*
Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment so I can reciprocate. Your thoughtful engagement is appreciated. If you enjoyed this, the best compliment you can give is to share it, or read another.
The story behind the story: This one is based on a true story! In December 1926 Agatha Christie disappeared for 11 days. She drove off after arguing with her husband. Her car was found abandoned, and she vanished. She was eventually found in a hotel in Harrogate, and her husband believed she didn't know who she was. There has been a lot of speculation since about whether this was revenge on her cheating husband, a PR stunt for a book release, or some kind of disassociative fugue state/retrograde amnesia. I choose to believe this was a genuine case of distress and poor mental health, even less understood a century ago than it is today. I chose the swan metaphor because the hotel where she stayed during this episode was The Old Swan.
(Edit: this was almost a Misplaced entry, but I felt it did better as a micro in the 3rd person, so it wouldn't have hit the word count or the criteria.)
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Comments (12)
I love what you did with this one! It made me smile because my name is Teresa and I live in Harrogate (and I’m always forgetting things) 😂
This is fascinating! Thanks for sharing it!
I didn't know that this actually happened to her but like you, I too think that it was genuinely a mental distress. Poor Agatha 🥺🥺🥺
I recall reading about that. I too suspect a dissociative episode. Which makes me imagine there may have been others, less visible.
Oh wow! This was so well done. Ans I really appreciated what the backstory had to offer - I had no idea about that re: Agatha Christie. Thank you for writing and sharing this!
I like the back story, it puts a good perspective on your tale. I vaguely remember the story of her disappearance. Good story.
I knew the story sounded familiar, and it struck me once I got to the last line of “Mrs. Christie! Mrs. Christie!” You did a great job with the story. Very soft and poetic yet also very mysterious and a bit foreboding.
I forgot she disappeared. This was such a great take on her story. Great writing as always.
Nicely done!
Aggie!!!!!! Don't worry, we found you!
Given all the grief poured out on Agatha Christ
Love it! I want to know more now! Part 2?