Alcohol
Summer had progressed; the night sky was heather-purple color, the stars were glittering like scattered space dust. Mrs. Williams stood at the balcony with her head raised to the elegant sky above her and the beaked chorus of birds filled her ears, if it wasn’t for the ache heart and the lonesomeness she feels, she would have been enjoying the peaceful serene before her. It’s been two months since Williams passed away, but she still hasn’t been herself. She’d been enduring a degree of isolation and she’d graciously distance herself from people. She scrambled through her whirling thoughts, ignoring the melodious sound of the intoning bees that has filled the stew smell air. “Oh Williams, we are we’re now far apart from the kingdom of the world; I live most miserably and I languished in pain; mLess pain, more joy Roslyn and Mrs. Anne chattered. It was almost evening that the minister inconspicuously walked into the kitchen wearing a bright smile on his face. Roslyn swiftly stood to her feet with her head dropped to the ground. “Good evening, sir,” she greeted him before. “Evening-evening deah; how’s everyone at home?” he asked with sparkle still lingering in his eyes. “They’re all well, sir,” said Roslyn as she meticulously settled back in her chair. “Oh, and your mother, I haven’t seen much of her at the church.” Roslyn slightly smiled at the minister; “my mother is fine; she’d buried herself with so much work that she hardly has time for herself too.” Said Roslyn good-naturedly; “I see,” he said softly as he settled on the empty chair beside his wife. &ldq
Jealousy Roslyn's eyes fleet opened at the first rooster crow. Her gaze fell on her dress, which was neatly hanged on the door, and a bright smile find its way to her face. The day had finally come, the day her sister would be joined in a holy matrimony. With reverent enthusiasm, Roslyn crooned as she climbed out of bed. Roslyn’s feet hurried down the stairs as she glances at her wristwatch for the tenth time; David sat down patiently at the table, waiting for Roslyn. He’d already dressed for the wedding and he wondered what was keeping Roslyn. Perhaps she wanted to look beautiful than the bride. His gaze fell on the stairs as the clicking sound of Roslyn’s shoes floated into the room; “Oh my, ya look stylishly beautiful.” David muttered, standing on his feet; Roslyn looks si
Anniversary Roslyn judged it to be the happiest and alluring week she’d ever experienced since the day she got married. When she first got married, everything seemed darker and wore, but now each day seemed blissful, perfect and light. On this blustery and cold day, Roslyn thought about her plan to prepare for their wedding anniversary; “how many guests should I invite?” she’d asked David for the tenth time, but he never gave her the answer she wanted. Each time she asked him, David only smile and shrugged his shoulder. Roslyn descended the stairs with a small notebook and pen clutched in her hand; when she got to the sitting room, she found Bella already making her-self comfortable with a glass of fine wine in her hand; she stared at Bella for a moment and a soft smile passed
Get together It was such an exciting moment for Roslyn; she stared at all the smiling faces around the table and secretly thanked God for the gift of such a wonderful family he’d blessed her with. The only thing that worried Roslyn at that moment was Tessa; she worried for the poor woman; she was a woman that anyone would call a virtuous woman. Tessa was a woman clothed with strength and dignity. Roslyn remembered when Tessa single handedly do all the house chores and take care of Bernard when Mercy visited home and Roslyn was mourning her deceased father. “My deah, do ya not feel well?” Mrs. Leo asked, looking at Roslyn with a twinge of concern; everyone at the table stared at Roslyn; Roslyn slowly and steadily looked up and flushed in embarrassment. “What is happening to ya?” Mrs. Williams bargained. There was a preliminary
Turmoil During bed time, David scarcely talked to Roslyn and Roslyn wasn’t bold enough to say a word to David either. There was a curtain of tension inside the room and it was almost choking Roslyn. She wanted to ask David to pray with her, but she wasn’t so sure if that was a good idea to begin with. “Oh lord, I feel like I’ve lost my beloved husband again.” Roslyn breathes; she sat down forlornly on the bed and watched as David kept fidgeting on the bed; Roslyn knew that it would take by the grace of God for him to fall asleep. “My deah, can we pray?” Roslyn asked solicitously; and waited for David to speak. “Please,” she pleaded after a moment of silent. “Let’s table our problems before God.” She went on; “It’s your pain I feared. I know what it feel
Memories Roslyn jump out of the room the moment she heard the thumping sound of the door downstairs; she’d been pacing around their room for hours waiting for David to return from work. She came to a halt in the sitting room and stared at David as he stumbled into the room, almost smashing the flower vase beside the door. Roslyn immediately ran to his side when she’d noticed that he wasn’t with his walking stick. “Ya are drunk again,” she snarled and grimaced at the horrid smell coming from David’s breath, “why are doin’ this to yourself? “She asked, wrapping her right hand around his shoulder, “I don’t know what has gotten into ya, but whatever it is, please don’t let it destroy ya and our home.” She said pleadingly. Roslyn swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and