Ever – a short, short, very short story.

A smattering of blue sky against the clouds.

Crisp autumn breeze and the click-clack of shoes against the cobblestone.

They are not joyous things in my mind. They are quiet, withdrawn.

There was once a personality that walked these halls, far more ecstatic than all the children in the square.

But she’s gone now.

And she can’t come back.

Ever.

Never again will I see her face.

She won’t hum joyous tunes in the kitchen when the oven is hot and flushes all our faces.

She won’t be scrubbing and dusting in all the crevices the rest of us can’t reach.

She won’t be there at all

Ever.

– Tamsyn

 

Quotes from my book??

‘ “Who is she?”

“Where did she come from?”

“We don’t know. All we know is she’s been here longer than anyone else and she does ¬† ¬†things for the king” ‘

 

‘Watching, waiting,

Hearing bells ring.

Slowly, sickly,

Oh, dead men sing.’

 

‘Mouse looked at her like she was a warrior angel. If only she knew how Harper felt inside.’

 

‘She had vowed to her God never to kill a man, she didn’t want to anyway.

She did not know that vow would be broken in such a horrid way.’

 

‘She liked how the sun felt on her neck. It made her heart feel warm, and when he looked at her she did not know what to think. All the thoughts flew out of her head like bumblebees.’

– Tamsyn