I don't own Twilight.
Clearances 3 by Seamus Heaney
When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other's work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives-
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.
Bella:
I sat on the sand and watched the sea tumble towards me.
I could have been on any beach in Ireland but I wasn't. I was in Northumberland. The village of "Seahorses" to be precise.
A bleak and windy corner of the North East of England. His home-place, His territory.
And my heart ached. On this cold October afternoon I reflected on my loss and where I would go from here. Everything had changed. The goalposts had moved and I was a trespasser in this place. How do I pick myself up and move on? It was difficult to accept that life as I knew it had changed and I would have to start again.
I heard a chuckle and a little streak passed me by... His little lungs belting out a song he learned at school. He marched into the water with his wellies on looking behind to see my response. I smiled back at his little cheeky grin.
"It's time" I thought as I followed him to the edge of the waves. I picked him up and plonked him on the sand.
"It's just you and me now, sunshine" I whispered as we walked hand in hand up the strand.
Thank you for reading. These chapters will be short.