He lifted his head and sighed. Cho Chang turned around and glanced at the
tears running down his cheeks.
"Listen," she began, and went over and sat next to him. Cho looked at the pathetic figure, huddled on the bench. She then looked at the contrast. Spring was beginning in England, and the bright new flowers added to the atmosphere of the humid April morning. Cho was lost for words. There was nothing she could say to him that would offer comfort. She had not known the same pain, except for when he had married.
He dropped his head again and began to sob. "Please," she pleaded with him. "Go. For the sake of James. He has already lost a mother and a sister, he does not need a father who is an emotional wreck." She took his hand, and gently caressed it, the smoothness of the back and the rough contours of the palm.
He once again lifted his head, and rose from the bench. Through the stinging tears he squinted, until he could make out two figures in the distance: one a small boy, standing completely still. The other was a tall, dark man who rested his hand on the boy's shoulder.
Okay, I know this is really short and uninformative, but I thought I'd leave it there to create a bit of suspense. Please review to whether you think I should continue!!
Lotsa love, Larali xxxx
"Listen," she began, and went over and sat next to him. Cho looked at the pathetic figure, huddled on the bench. She then looked at the contrast. Spring was beginning in England, and the bright new flowers added to the atmosphere of the humid April morning. Cho was lost for words. There was nothing she could say to him that would offer comfort. She had not known the same pain, except for when he had married.
He dropped his head again and began to sob. "Please," she pleaded with him. "Go. For the sake of James. He has already lost a mother and a sister, he does not need a father who is an emotional wreck." She took his hand, and gently caressed it, the smoothness of the back and the rough contours of the palm.
He once again lifted his head, and rose from the bench. Through the stinging tears he squinted, until he could make out two figures in the distance: one a small boy, standing completely still. The other was a tall, dark man who rested his hand on the boy's shoulder.
Okay, I know this is really short and uninformative, but I thought I'd leave it there to create a bit of suspense. Please review to whether you think I should continue!!
Lotsa love, Larali xxxx
