All this month of July the editorial staff of Bitsnbobs have shut themselves away in the distant archives. They hope to turn up a few gems, but whatever they find THERE will appear HERE.
Tonight, leaving The Archives after a hard day of delving, I decided to take the old way over the cliffs.
No one uses this path anymore, but that’s why I like it – so saying goodnight to the hardworking staff that were headed for the tavern, I headed towards the open spaces of the ocean’s edge.
I felt elated, the ocean can do that and I marvelled at the freedom stretching to infinity that the blue waters seem to promise.
Walking on, the path dips to the small sandy cove where some say mermaids dwell.
I don’t know, I didn’t see any.
Climbing out of the cove, where the track becomes very narrow, closed in by wild fusia I noticed the moon had risen.
Not full, not new but bright, bright and beautiful.
I wondered if anyone else was looking at it and I suddenly felt very alone and overwhelmed by the beauty of everything.
It was then that I came to the empty house; I had forgotten it was here.
There was no light, naturally, just the reflection of moonlight on the waiting windows.
I tried the door.
It was unlocked and I stepped inside.
No one called hello, no cat came to see who I was.
The fireplace was cold, yet I sat in the chair and stared into the embers that were no longer there.
A family once thrived here.
I felt at home, I felt like an intruder – so leaving a wish by the chimney I left.
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