Daphne du Maurier

d I was no longer wanted. I

the scent of flowers.

drove slowly through the brightly lit streets towards the hotel.

would you like to see New York?'

My happiness was at an end.

So my last morning was to be taken

One day I'll remind you of those words.

twisted, blackened and turned to ashes.

felt lonely and afraid

Come along, and I'll show you Manderley.'