Day 19 #CampNaNoWriMo

Hello Campers & Friends

Well I missed out a couple of typing days, although I did write a little by hand. Wednesday I stopped because the story was sad and I kept on crying. I have hit the same hurdle today. 500 words then sobbing my heart out.

So even though the story is not advancing, I feel good because the story has moved me to tears, its very heartfelt. Maybe I’ll finish a little more later, when I’m calmer?

This is my teaser for the day from ‘The Birth of Grandfather Time’

ClockClock

“Bo-ing, Bo-ing”

 

On the half hour, the first 30 minutes of the New Year, and the New Century, a sad mournful chiming could be heard from the parlour. The new baby boy, William Junior was suckling at his mother’s breast. The midwife and girls had cleared up and tidied the room to welcome the new father.

“Where is the man?” said the midwife, “I expected him to come rushing in”

“Well he’s not as young as he used to be” Patience commented, whilst smiling down upon her new child, a beautiful and much longed for son. The pain already pushed from her mind and a lightness filling her, even though still exhausted, she seemed to have gained a new lease of life, a new strength.

“Go Milli, bring your father”

The youngest girl ran from the room, sprinting down the stairs all the while shouting excitedly.

“Father, father, come where are you father? Come see you have a son.”

 

Clock

“Bo-ing, bo-ing, bo-ing”

 

A strange mournful pealing of bells rang out, a constant but sombre melody, it was coming from the parlour. Soft candlelight was pooling weakly beneath the door. Knocking excitedly Milli entered the room.

“Father, come look”

Flinging open the heavy door and with hand still upon the brass door knob, Milli stopped in her tracks, a dark broken shadow was cast upon the wall. The fire was mere embers and there was the most beautiful but gentle sad melody filling the room.

“Father?”

William was seated at the table; he was facing the most beautiful rose gold, longcase clock Milli had ever seen, its large brass face illuminated by the tall church candle by its side. This was the source of the sad ringing bells.

No one had been allowed into the parlour whilst William worked upon his special creation. He wanted the clock to be a surprise for them all.

“Oh, father it’s so very beautiful, the best you have ever built.”

She took a step closer to the table.

“Father?”

But he didn’t turn and there was no reply, she reached out to touch her father’s shoulder.

 

Clock

 

“Bo-ing”

 

One last chime and suddenly the gentle tolling came to an abrupt stop. The quiet darkness enveloped father and daughter. A mere graze of the child’s hand and William slowly fell forward upon the table.

“Father, father?”

Milli shook him gently, she reached forward and took his face in her small hands, but he was still and very cold. She was not as stupid girl; she knew her father was dead. Tears filled her eyes, as she gently laid his head sideways upon his arm as if he were sleeping. It was then that she noticed a hint of a smile on his lips, perhaps he had heard that the child was a son, the midwife had sure shouted it loud enough. A soft kiss was deposited gently upon William’s forehead; the child took a few backward steps and whispered

“Goodbye father, god bless and may the angels keep you safe and warm”.

So there you have it, did it make you cry too? Please spare a little moment of your time to answer this little poll. Thank you 🙂

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