A BLUE SILK RIBBON, A PIN AND A BONE.

Reminiscing

By Dawn M D. 2005

It was freezing as William watched the coffin lowered into the frosty grave, a single warm tear trickled down his cheek as he thought of what might have been. Sarah-Anne was a fine woman and had been the secret love of his life he turned on his heel and slowly walked back out of the cemetery. Standing there he motioned for his carriage to come pick him up. As he boarded and sat down the tears flowed like rain and he didn´t realise he had called out to the coachman,  new directions.

"Take the old miller´s road."

When the coach came to a stop on a lonely deserted stretch of road the coachman mused to himself.

"What is he thinking there´s nothing here."

       William alighted from the carriage and looked around, he could just see the faint outline of the old cottage in amongst all the undergrowth. He said,

"Jones just wait here for me, I´ll be back shortly."

He walked towards the thick bramble and fought his way through and there it was the front door, a door he had passed through many times. He pushed on the door and it opened very slowly and creakily, inside he looked around and the memories started flooding back. Oh! The pain, he thought his heart would break.

       He walked from room to room and finally he came to the bedroom he sat down on an old dust covered chair and stared. Then he noticed an half open draw in the old tallboy, he arose and took a couple of steps towards the draw and very tentatively looked in and there laying, as if to tell a story was a blue silk ribbon, a pin and a bone, he lovingly picked the items up and went back and sat down. As he looked and remembered his tears stained the odd trio of items. William put out his hand and said come my pretty girl, let me take that ribbon from your hair. Then his mind wandered a bit more and he was smiling now for he remembered the day they were canoodling and he felt something digging into his ribs and it was this wretched bone from her corset. Oh! How, they had laughed about that. The pin, well he wasn´t sure about it´s significance, but no matter it was there and so he would treasure all three items. He must have been sitting there for hours because when he left the cottage it was getting to be pitch black. Jones was asleep atop the carriage so he tapped gently with his cane and Jones aroused, Said.

"My goodness, Mr William you have been in there for an eternity, doing what may I ask?"

"Reminiscing...yes reminiscing that´s it. A great many memories for my twilight years...let´s go home Jones."

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