Until we meet again - The Story so far

Now the outpourings began. Claire returned to the beginning. 

The Story from start so far

The time was the same. It always was the same: midnight. Or there about, and the door would knock.

Claire tried to ignore the thoughts, tried to force sleep on her eyes, but couldn’t. At the wall, the clock ticked. She pulled the blanket over her head, snugged inside.

But her ears knew the familiar tick-tok, and they followed the count down: Tick-tok-tick-tok...

And she was right. Not long. And the door knocked. Her heart leaped. The two familiar emotions took over.

One, of gladness that he had returned home safe, and the other, of sadness of what that return meant to the woman whose footsteps she now heard in the flap of sandals going to open the door….

For an eternity of a time, she waited, and waited, and expected…now it would start!

“Claire!” a voice called.

It was a soft, concerned voice, still it startled Claire.

“Un, Huh” she stammered, struggling to reclaim consciousness from the reverie.

Where am i? She inwardly wondered. But the wall tapestries of Jesus, and other saints quickly re-registered her location.

She signed, audibly. Glad to be jerked from the reverie, and accordingly, the clutches of her past.

“It’s okay my daughter,” the old parish priest now said, sitting beside her. He had stood there and watched Claire for nearly half an hour.....

The girl was troubled. The old priest knew. For the previous week running, he had watched her come into the church, quietly sit for hours in solitude, as though in contemplation, then finally leave, tear-streaked.

“It is okay”, he said to her, taking her hand into his two large palms, “You may tell me”.

Clare blinked, desperate to lock away, or at the very least control the rush of pictures and sounds that now flooded from memory.

15 years of silence. 15 years of running. They all gave way, as did her heart.…

Now the outpourings began. Claire returned to the beginning.

Theirs was a family of 3. She was not just an only girl, she was an only child, an only loved, or so, it was in the beginning.

At work by day, home by evening, moonlight walks by night. She recalled the kisses good night, being tucked in bed, the bed time stories about wolves and eagles…..

Papa and mama, and her playing hide and seek. Papa liked to hide behind doors, mama behind the cupboard, and her, well, her place was under the….

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To be continued after every hour of 00 (Mid-night and Mid-day)