THE MUSIC BOX_It's an Ill Wind_A Saturday in October_My Stranger-to-Friend Friend
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THE MUSIC BOX
It was two o clock in the morning. Jock looked out of the window, tears threatening; knowing that his wife’s death was imminent. Seeing only the bright city lights in the distance, and hearing the wind whistling, swaying the branches of the tress at the park across the road, the shock was setting in. He was going to be alone. After fifty years with the love of his life she was slipping away; her breath raspy, her face as white as the snow in winter, her skin clammy. “Jock, is …that…you?” oh she sounded so tired. “Aye Marilyn, I’m here love.” he took her hand. “It won’t be long now.” she said “...
It's an Ill Wind
Rob was a incurable optimist. His favourite saying, that just about everybody that he came in contact with at some time or other would hear at least once was “it’s an ill wind that blows no one any good’. When someone was foolish enough to ask him where that expression came from, he would explain to them at great length that it was ‘older than Shakespeare’, appearing in writer John Heywood’s collection of English proverbs of 1546、He had heard the proverb first from his mother, Cecile, from whom he seemed to have inherited his optimism, although hers was tainted with way more cynicism than his ...
A Saturday in October
She appeared on my front step at 4:38 a.m. on a Saturday in October, dark hair a wild mess of tangles that mimicked the fury of the black autumn wind that raged around the house.Raindrops slipped like tears from the shoulders of her leather jacket, glistening under the suspicious glare of the porch light. Her hands hung limp at her sides. Her bottom lip, slashed and lopsided in a plump pout, quivered. Her fierce eyes bled a blooming nest of blue and purple. They grazed my face and down my neck to the scars on my collarbone. I tugged my robe tighter to shield them from her unwavering gaze.She h...
My Stranger-to-Friend Friend
I was so tired. I looked around franticly trying to find somewhere to sit. Finally I saw a little wood bench to sit on. I sat down letting all my thoughts blow behind me with the cold wind. I took a big gulp of my water as a hear soft pat a about 2 feet next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a dark figure. I couldn'www.onedoor.cct tell exactly what it was so I slowly put my water bottle down back into my bag. I turned my head to see a girl sitting on the bench. I have never seen her before. Some strands of her thin silky blonde hair fell onto her face. She didn't bother moving it. She seemed so...