Ordinary People: Part XI - Softcover

Boast, Phil

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1490788360 ISBN 13: 9781490788364

Verlag: Trafford, 2018

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In this, the eleventh part of our story, Isabella continues her inner struggle to come to terms with her trauma. And in this she receives help, which she would not have expected or looked for, if help it proves to be. The witchs coven at Farthings Well has been destroyed, and those who have survived the attack must look to themselves and one another if the ancient curse against the Tillington dynasty is to be fulfilled, and the cruel death of Jane Mary finally avenged. Within the Tillington family, Victoria learns news from Rebecca, which she must keep from her brother, Michael. Meanwhile, Michael has his own issues to resolve regarding his romantic future, and in this regard it is Keith of all people who provides unwitting inspiration and brings Michaels dilemma into sharp focus. Sandra Fox makes the ultimate statement regarding her frustration and unhappiness with her life, and only timely intervention by her sister Emma prevents a terrible tragedy. Percival at last seeks revenge for the wrongs done against him by the people from the temple, and Percival, who has been at pains to simplify his own romantic life, finds that in matters of love there are no simple answers. It is late winter in the small village of Middlewapping, and those who live around the village green must prepare themselves and their lives as best they can for the coming of spring and the birth of the new year.

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Phil Boast has lived for the last thirteen years in Sulawesi, Indonesia, where, with his partner, Paula, he has built and now runs a tourist lodge for scuba divers and naturalists. One day, he sat down to write a short story about a small village in his native England. The story is now eleven books long, and the tale continues.

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Ordinary People

Part XI

By PHIL BOAST

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2018 Phil Boast
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4907-8836-4

Contents

Chapter 1 Emotional Landscapes, 1, 
Chapter 2 The Edge of the World, 29, 
Chapter 3 Sunday, 63, 
Chapter 4 Virtual Virtues, 90, 
Chapter 5 Grant Masterton's Dream, 115, 
Chapter 6 Men in Suits, 151, 
Chapter 7 Concerning Various Visitations, 174, 
Chapter 8 A Day for the Angels, 203, 
Chapter 9 A Brand New Philosophy, 233, 
Chapter 10 The Making of Commitments, 260, 
Chapter 11 The Nature of Love, 298, 
Chapter 12 Glebe House, 329, 
Chapter 13 A Very English Ultimatum, 350, 
Chapter 14 Killing Time, 379, 
Chapter 15 St Agnes Park, 404, 
Chapter 16 Somewhere to Start, 433, 
Chapter 17 A Man from London, 464, 

CHAPTER 1

Emotional Landscapes

For the short span of time that she had been there, she had been just another face in the by now quite small crowd of onlookers. The policemen had put coloured plastic tape across the entrance gate, forbidding entry to any who were not a part of it; forensic specialists, contractors brought in to dig the pits below the stones, in order to uncover the mortal remains of those who they were now certain would be there, and such police investigators as were still investigating. Occasionally journalists and reporters were allowed entry, but the interest by now was more of the kind which ordinary people show in the face of so extraordinary and significant an event. To have been there, that was the thing, once the news had begun to find its' way across the vast and immediate network of communication which spread across the nation, and across the world. Stories could thence be told over pints of ale or glasses of wine; first – hand accounts of the quite distant views of the still smoking ruin of that which had been a house, which could be glimpsed at places through the still bare trees, and where the mysterious women had lived, who had now died so mysteriously. Such general interest would wane, in time; articles would be written, and read, until something new took the attention of the masses, and by then only specialists and academics would continue to think of it, and wonder at this strange place, and so it would not be entirely forgotten. It had become a part of English history now; a secret place, which had kept its' secrets hidden so well for so long, and its' fascination would endure well beyond the lives of those who had now gathered to see it.

And here for a quite short while had been Megan Thomas, who had come for a different reason. When she had left here to begin her vigil in the village of Middlewapping, she had taken her passport and credit cards, her sewing machine and such clothes as she had needed, so she could continue to live without much inconvenience, and all else which had been the stuff of her life would in any case be gone now; burned to so much ash in the inferno. There would be nothing left which would connect the house to her, or her to the house which had been called Farthing's Well; nothing to come here for, really. But still, she had come, because this is the way of people, and she had to see for herself, so that she could begin to believe something so unbelievable. They were dead now; Fiona, Sharon and Corinne, the three women who had been so much of her life, and the last resting place of Eve would not after all be her last resting place; the most recently dead would be of the most interest, and by now she would lay on a sterilized metal examination table, so that they could try to work out what had happened. But of course, they would never know. They would speculate as to how the three women had died, how the fire had started, and they would look for next of kin, but these had not been ordinary women, and this had been no ordinary fire. They would wonder at the stones, and the bodies which lay buried beneath them, but there was no one left now who could explain. No one except Megan Thomas knew the long, dark history of this place, or its' ancient connection to a Manor House so many miles away. Jane Mary was buried there now, where she had died, and nobody would make the connection, for how could they?

Such wanton sacrilege; the desecration of the graves in the interest of examination; the ritual ended so horribly; they should have been left in peace, to go back to the earth as Mother Nature had intended, and now this.

And so she stayed only for a little while, and nobody would notice her, or remember that she had been there, and after only a little while Megan Thomas walked quietly away, who had just been another face in the crowd, and she would not return. This was not the place, and she had other pressing matters to attend to, such as where she would sleep tonight. She must find somewhere where she could find quietude, and a place to think, for now she had much to think about. But she had been here, at least, and the end of it all was a place from which to start.

* * *

On the morning of Rebecca's so unexpected arrival at the Manor House, Victoria awoke at a little after eight o'clock, as was her habit if she was not working in London, and thus had not set her alarm clock. Her first impression of the waking world was that she felt more tired than was usual, and during her first moments of consciousness and before she had opened her eyes or raised her head from the pillow, her mind unconsciously began to register such essential matters as where she was, and what day of the week it might be. And then, as her mind began to quite slowly leave its' sleep state behind, she began to regain knowledge of certain more detailed aspects of her life; little Henry had a slight cold, this was not a working day, it was winter time, and so on. But now came a different feeling, and a sense that this was not an ordinary morning, and only then did she open her eyes and raise her head, and so did the reason for her unusual feeling and her uncommon tiredness become apparent, for the reason was sleeping soundly beside her. The final part of her awakening took somewhat less time; the sense that something was different had scarce done justice to her circumstances, and as the mist of her thoughts finally cleared and the memory of the last few hours of her life returned like a flood, she put her head somewhat heavily back on the pillow and stared at the so familiar ceiling of her bedroom. Christ ... A night of passion with her lover, and before that ... before that she had been sitting on the steps of the Manor, and she had been crying, and then they had both been crying. And so did Victoria relive in no particular order the time since she had been awoken in the small hours of the morning, and recalled as best she could everything which had happened, and everything which Rebecca had said. Making any sense of that would take a little longer, and would require a conversation with the person who slept beside her; she had gone to bed last evening alone and had awoken this morning with her beloved, and that which had happened in between was something significant. And even as she relived the events of the night, she began to work on understanding their most immediate implication, such as how on earth would she explain this to her parents? She began to mentally run through certain possible invented scenarios; Rebecca had caught a late flight from somewhere, or had just turned up spontaneously, oh and by the way she has a baby, whom she happened to leave somewhere. Had she been expecting her? Well yes, but she had neglected to mention anything to...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Trafford
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1490788360
• ISBN 13: 9781490788364
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 506
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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