Ophelia by Gorecki (tharntype novel english txt) 📖

and the thatched roof no longer existed. As he moved closer he noticed all the bark had been stripped from the surrounding trees and that there were no “pretty” flowers around, a cold chill shivered down his spine, it was a warning. Giving the sky a weary look he dashed to the door. It opened before he got there and he stopped. What if the witch was already back? What if this was a trick to kill him, but then, who wanted him dead? Anyone had the opportunity to kill him in Pennyton waiting till now was stupid. Genuinely afraid for the first time in his life Charlie stepped into the house.

Filth lined every surface from floorboards to doors. He left footprints of cleanliness as he deldged into the living room. An arm chair. A cot. The same as the house...terrified he backed into the kitchen. Empty. The only thing that the kitchen held were a few logs and kindling for a fire. He noticed the pink chalk against the wall. He hurried up the stairs wondering what it was he was looking for. He was mad for doing this. Without doubt, totaly mad. But the upstairs was differerant. For starts there was a bed, it looked hard and uncomfy but it was a bed. And the floor was red with blood, not black with grime. It was the girl that stod out most. She was like a black dot on a white cow. Her eyes budlging and wild. I raced forwards and untied her. "Thankyou." she whispered to Charlie as he helped her to her feet. She wass till naked and Charlie looked her over. "You're filthy!" he remarked dissapointed at not being able to see her properly. She stumbled forwards, exploring her limbs usage. He helped her hobble down the stairs and outside. She pointed to the tree's and they hurried under the cover. Ophelia had Hamnet in her arms. Charlie offered to carry the baby as he handed her some clothes from his pack. They were to big for the girl but she took them greatfully. "His name is Hamnet" Ophelia told him pointing towards her son. She was smiling sadly. The pair were walking towards Wolf fell as if nothing in the house had occured. Ophelia wasn't going to tell Charlie what had happened. Not at all. Not yet.

Days passed, weeks, months before they reached the coast. Charlie and Ophelia had had pently of time to talk. Charlie had told Ophelia about Mia and Alistar, Lilly and his father. About himself. Ophelia had talked of her past, not that there was much to say. They'd made an agreement. Never to leave each other. The two fourteen year-old worked hard to built a small log cabin in which to live. Villagers helped with the building and, seven months after being rescued from the witches home in Pennyton Ophelia settled into the world of her, Hamnet and Charlie. The trio grew up, by the time Ophelia was sixteen she'd fallen pregenant. The village held the wedding of Charlie McHavey and Ophelia. Hamnet grew to the age of seven before passing away with scarlet fever. But Ophelia and Charlie were happy together. For now...


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Publication Date: 02-06-2010

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Dedication:
For Ruby. You always appreciated my work.