Chapter 1 – Morning Tea, A Newspaper, And A Bothy
A batch of burnt toast, the kettle whistled in protest, and the TV remote had been eaten by the couch for the fifth time.
Rose Marley shuffled her arthritic hips across the blue vinyl, removing the kettle from the heat ending its tantrum. She made herself a cup of tea, discarded the cremated toast, and took her newspaper with her into the living room. She placed her tea, and newspaper upon the table turning off the TV. The set is over ten years old but Rose preferred her books anyway so the television along with the VHS would be outside by tonight. She put on a pair of spectacles, and licked her thumb separating each page of the paper. Most of the articles were either people complaining or about politics which made her disinterested but an advertisement caught her eye. The ad was for a local bothy that had become dilapidated, the seller preferred someone from the village but was open to bids from buyers in the surrounding areas. She tilted her glasses, she squinted her eyes at the picture, it would take a lot of work but the Bothy had potential. Rose took a sip from her tea, and made the choice to wait before rushing into anything.
Rose is retired, she didn't have much to do during the day aside from the miscellaneous tasks like cleaning, buying food, and paying for utilities. She never wanted to become one of those people who needed to be taken care of especially since her husband had recently passed away from Dementia. This Bothy was an opportunity to do something else, and Rose knew she had to when she saw Mrs Green hobbling into the care home across the street, and saw herself doing the same thing. She removed her gardening gloves before rushing into the house to call the seller. The next morning Rose had awoken early getting washed, and changed. She closed each window making sure that were sealed but ended up locking the backdoor twice because she wasn't sure if it was really locked. Her hip twinged so she leaned against the worktop for a minute spluttering swears under her breath until the pain subsided. She left a note on her coffee table just in case Mrs Goldstein came by to borrow some sugar like she did from time to time. Rose said a prayer by her late husband's picture, and kissed his urn before walking out the door.
The drive there was pleasant, she lived in a small village, but its compact. The town she was going to is spread out amongst hills, and the wilderness. Her four-by-four is sturdy so she knew that it could take the pothole covered roads but she wondered if her hips could take the bumpy terrain. Rose had been offered surgery for her hips but had declined. She detested hospitals, and preferred treating her own ailments when she had the means to do so. Rose passed a few farms, some brown and blonde horses, as well as many herds of cow. Eventually, she saw an open iron gate with a grassy field ahead where a crowd was gathered. She parked her car into the side of the road then took a moment to quell her nerves before exiting the car. She double-checked the handles, and approached the crowd who were in a half circle formation.
It was difficult to see over the crowd because Rose had gotten shorter in her golden years, and most of people here were closer to six feet than she would ever be, even in the height of her youth. With that in mind, she stuck out her pointy elbows, and marched through the people. After, being knocked back a couple of times, she made it to the front of the crowd, and started bidding against a stout farmer wearing tartan clothes head to toe, who was giving her the evil eye. She flashed her nicest smile, trying to keep her dentures at bay as she continued bidding. The bidders were eliminated one by one. Rose was up against the most affluent farmer in the area. His air of arrogance made Roses skin crawl. "All that money but no sense." she thought to herself as she watched him jump up, and down as he countered each bid she made. They were at a tie but this man was not about to back down so she took a leap of faith. "I raise my bid to sixty-thousand pounds!" she shouted out, as gasps rang out from the spectators. The bidder turned his attention to the other gentleman who started sweating buckets but was ironically staying quiet. She grinned as the man shot her a dirty look before shaking his head, and backing down. The bidder exclaimed "One Bothy going for sixty-thousand pounds going once, going twice, and sold to the lovely Rose Marley" he slammed down his gavel. She danced a little but gulped when glaring eyes surrounded her.
Rose strolled into the bustling building site with a white hardhat, and a cheerful smile draped across her ruby lips. A man was giving orders in the distance. His name is Daniel Blasio, but he preferred to be called Mr Blasio. He works as a builder, and site manager and has over twenty years of experience. Rose had clicked with him from the moment they had spoken over the phone. She just knew that he was perfect for the project. Over the last couple of weeks, he had done a superb job, and they were making swift progress. She surveyed the Bothy; it looked secured although it needed a definite facelift but it was a start.A shadow projected from the side of the building. Rose squinted her eyes struggling to see it before the shadow was gone. "Must be Tom." she whispered staring at the spot the shadow had occupied. Rose broke her ga
Rose pulled up to the building site, so far, the roof had been replaced, and a new one was being fitted today. The weather had held out with sunshine, and a few drizzles from time to time. The builders diligently worked away. Seeing everyone so impassioned made Rose ecstatic, especially, after dealing with the setbacks they had encountered to get to this point. The windows were now fixed, each wall now reinforced. Rose checked her list. There's still the roof, the doors, interiors, and chimney to fix. They had six more weeks to complete the project before she ran out of money. However, there was no use in worrying about something she had no control over.Mr Blasio greeted Rose from behind making her jump "Hello Mrs Marley, I'm sorry if I frightened you."Rose smiled, "It's fine Mr Blasio. So how much progress are we making?" she enquire
Rose gently lowered herself onto a deckchair. According, to Alexander there was a shower of stars forecasted for tonight. Rose's father had worked as an astronomer back in the days before man had landed on the moon. She believes this is where her fascination in regards to the planets, and the universe stemmed from. Sometimes, when the pain from her hips overwhelmed her, she imagined her husband looking down at her from the universe. His presence had always eased her worries, and made her feel optimistic. Rose stroked her wedding ring; she never went a day without wearing it. She missed her husband terribly at times but his memory would forever exist within the banks of her memory. She leaned forward to get up since the clouds were rolling in and the air became icer. Her bones creaked, after a bit of groaning, and willpower she extracted herself from the chair. Rose went back inside turning off the porch light.
Once the perils of the storm had finished inflicting destruction upon the land, Rose along with Tom decided to drive down to see what state the Bothy was in, or if it still remained at all.They drove up to the site, puddles created holes in the fields. Rose and Tom stepped out of the car being careful not to stand in any patches of dirtied water.Once, they approached where the Bothy stood Rose and Tom halted in their tracks at what they saw. There, in all of its restored beauty stood the Bothy; completely untouched. Rose's heart soared, the fact that the project was completed, and had survived the storm combined with the obstacles was momentous. On top of that, she had managed to stay under budget. She let out a breath, her heart stammered seeing the area in its glory. Her lips curled up into a grin. She laughed as her dentures popped
Chapter 1 – Clarissa EscapesThe screen door was tattered to pieces, splotches of blood mixed with soil sprinkled across the uprooted daises that remained lifeless on the floor.Clarissa Gould limped away from the house dragging her suitcase barely zipped up with clothes bulging out of its sides. Her leg was burning, glass shards riddled her calf but she kept moving forward. She lived on the outskirts of the city, there was a service station at the border between her town, and the city and that's where she was heading. A car pulled up just a few feet from where she was walking, she felt her hand clench the handle of the suitcase as she quickened her pace, a trail of blood following behind her. Fear surged through her veins, it couldn't be her ex-boyfriend, he was near death when she fled. "It's probably just someone looking for di
Nothing compared to flurry of victory that overcame Clarissa as she reached a little shack in the mountains.Clarissa let her tears flow, she removed her shield long enough to allow herself to feel without guilt, and shame bullying her back into her shell. Each droplet cleansed her battered soul. She coughed as her body erupted with repressed agony, torment, allowing her fragility to breath for the first in years. She felt the heat from her body evaporate into the monochorme tiles as she blacked out from exhaustion.A man was whistling to himself as he strolled down the lane and entered his little Bothy. He dropped the logs in his arms upon seeing Clarissa passed out on his kitchen floor with cuts and bruises covering her body. He rushed to her limp form checking her pulse, it w
The mind holds so many traumas, a plethora of past lives, and it takes longer to heal but as Clarissa found out harder to heal.A psychologist's couch is where she sought refuge on this rainy April afternoon. Clarissa was hesitant to open up because saying what her ex had done out loud made her feel as if she were reliving the torture all over again. She looked to the clouds from between the slits of the dusty blind. The sky was powder blue mixed with the cotton shape of the clouds made the sky look like it was painted. During the silence that came after each beating, she often wished she could live in the clouds. She chose to believe that magical village existed in the sky that could only been seen from the corner of your eye. She was snapped from her happy daydream when the Psychologist cleared his throat."So, Clarissa, what brings y
A few days prior Clarissa received a letter informing that she was being called up to appear as a witness in a trial against her ex.She fixed her dress and combed her hair staring into her reflection. Today was the hearing and there was a variant of feelings coming at her. On one hand, her ex was getting tried and the karma he deserved but on the contrary, she would have to face him in front of strangers on top of keeping her composure. She felt a hand on her shoulder, Dean had dressed smartly for the occasion. He had been her rock throughout this process and such a wonderful friend to her. Clarissa's parents had flown from Alaska to see her. After, the trial her parents wanted to meet with her privately.Clarissa stood there stoically answering and retelling the judge an