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
Clarissa's morning had been notably productive. She had baked a couple of blueberry pie, scrubbed the bothy from top to bottom. Fixed the door hinge and reset the mouse traps. The timer dinged, and Clarissa tested the oxtail soup she was making for herself and Dean's lunch. The day overall was pleasant and placid for a change. She had taken a walk, and passed by some Donkeys on her way home. By the time Clarissa had finished her list of chores her feet ached and were starting to blister. She sighed removing her shoes, the cool floor eased the pain between her toes. The house seemed to be empty but Dean was probably out fixing the fences or getting some miles in before he went to bed but a thump from the other room killed that theory. She entered the living room; the TV was le
Chapter 1 – Star-Crossed SignsOrdinary days are filled with extraordinary people who just want to have peaceful and happy times so in that way aren't we all like Kendrick Samuels.Freshly baked cherry muffins were plopped onto the table to cool by Kendrick who was trying to avoid hitting her massive baby bump. She puffed removing her floral oven mitts, and took a small break. Kendrick had been awake just as the sun began to ascend in the horizon. She was seven months pregnant, and feeling every backward side effect that comes with creating life. As her pregnancy progressed, she found herself needing less sleep but getting more winded with each task. Her husband Justin was very considerate about it, he took up most of the homesteading duties they normally shared, and gave her hug when he had a few minutes to spare. Her husband was