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| The lost grave | |
| By Andrea_Owen | ||
| 26 August 2007 | ||
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Hello I'm new here and I love writing, my name is Andrea and I'm from Argentina. Spanish is my mother language but I can manage English pretty well. I'm posting a short novel I'm working on, it's a mixture of gothic, romance and erotic genre. I do love to get some feedback from any of you!!! The lost grave by Andrea MilanoI. The letter. Hazel crumpled the yellowish paper up for the nth time between her delicate hands. The scrawled writing on both faces of the sheet belonged to her late husband. She has read the letter several times, however she couldn’t believe what Jeremy said on it. She was deep in thought when some footsteps approaching creaked on the floorboard.- Mom… I’m hungry-. Little Tobin stared at her mother and the fire from the stone chimney was reflected on his sparkling eyes.Hazel looked at her six years old son and smiled. Tobin had been for her like a raft in the middle of the tempest; after her husband’s death, her own life would have finished if Tobin wouldn’t exist, that’s why she clung to him with all her might. He needed her as much as she needed him to go on. She should struggle to give Tobin a good start in life and make a man of him, just like his father would have wanted. She owed Jeremy and she was not going to let him down. - Look- Hazel said pointing out toward the table- You will find a piece of cinnamon bread over there-. Tobin run to the table and discovered with pleasure that his mother was right. He took a slice of the delicious bread and he came back next to Hazel sitting down beside her, on the wooden bench that he and his father had built last summer. - Why are you sad, mom?- asked Tobin swinging both feet gracefully. Hazel breathed deeply and hid the letter into the side pocket of her apron.She ran her hand fondly through her son’s head and straightened some locks of red hair, which were falling carelessly on his forehead. - I am not sad, Tobin-. He looked at her, frowning. - Do you miss dad, don’t you?- he finally asked. Hazel averted her eyes making a real effort to stop the tears. She had to be strong, especially in front of his son. - I think it’s time to go to bed- she said standing up and the letter fell down.Tobin reached it first and although he couldn’t read yet he recognized his father’s handwriting. - A letter from dad!- his green eyes lit up- What does it say, mom?-. Hazel took the letter away from his hand and put it back into her apron’s pocket. She didn’t know what to say to him, she didn’t even understand what was written on that piece of paper… how could she explain to a six years old boy that his father begged them with that goodbye letter to accept the help from a completely stranger?. She stared at Tobin taking him by the shoulders. - Tobin… it’s just that they are things a little boy like you wouldn’t understand…- she tried to explain. - But, mom!- Tobin complained playing the innocent, the same face that showed up every time he was caught being naughty. - You won’t get anything with that face of little angel, Tobin Anderson!- she warned pushing him slowly toward his bedroom. Tobin didn’t say anything; all he did was to fold his arms. - Get change and I will tuck you in right away-. Hazel closed the bedroom door behind her and walked until the chimney to poke the fire.The last autumn nights were letting the cold winter nights in, and in a place like Beaumont, on the outskirts of Royston Meadows, the wintertime could become into the more ruthless enemy. - I’m ready, mom!- Tobin yelled still annoyed. When Hazel went inside the room, her son was already lying down on the bed and his anger seemed to melt away. She got down on her knees and covered him with the blankets; then she kissed his forehead and when she moved away she noticed that Tobin has already closed his eyes.Hazel caressed his freckled cheeks and smiled weakly. After that, she turned the table lamp off and stood up. When she was leaving the bedroom, his son’s voice surprised her. - Mom…-. - I thought you were asleep-. The light from the lounge that came in through the open door delineated the tiny silhouette of Tobin sat on the bed. - You will read the letter to me tomorrow, won’t you?-. Hazel couldn’t see his eyes but she felt they were wet. - Yes… Tobin, I am going to read it tomorrow morning- she promised. As soon as she made sure he has covered himself again with the blankets, she left the room.Hazel leaned on the wooden bench and with shaking hands she took the letter out to read it one more time.She opened the yellowish and crumpled paper out for the nth time and started reading. "My lovely Hazel… when you read this letter I’ve already gone and I am going to be with God looking after you and our son. This harsh illness was stealing my strength day by day, until taking my last breath away… but what I regret the most is the fact you and Tobin had been witnesses of my grief, becoming yourself victims of my fate. My dearest Hazel… just the Lord knows how much I love you and how hurts me to know I will leave you soon… the only idea that you and Tobin will be unprotected after my death is driving me crazy… for that reason I dare to ask you to turn to Lord Hamilton. He will be able to take care of both of you. He already knows… and he is going to turn up to you five days after my death.I am aware of my request seems a little strange, but Hazel… you must believe me, it was the best thing I could do for you… that is my last wish and I hope you can carry it out.Don’t ever forget that nobody will love you as I loved you… try to be happy and promise me that our son will turned into a good and honorable man.I will always love you… Jeremy. # Hazel was combing her long, wavy blonde hair in front of the mirror when some taps on the door interrupted her.
As soon as she finished reading the letter, Hazel tried to guess what was crossing her little boy’s mind after knowing the last wish of his father. Tobin just stared at her with an expression of uncertainty in his gaze.
Hazel ignored the answer to a question like that, but she wouldn’t let Tobin to know it.
The noise of horses coming up at top speed through the road confirmed their suspicions. Tobin ran to the window and drew back the curtains to see who was going visiting that morning.
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