Darkness was never something to look forward to in a ghost
town. Clutching a worn, brown leather briefcase and a dirty piece of
chipped amber, a young thirteen year old girl ambled into the ransacked,
abandoned town of Kutharia, Louisiana. The houses all had one thing in
common; they were boarded up and all of them were old. Some of the boards
were even loose!
Muriel Ronan held herself with such grace and beauty; one could never guess she was from the dirty bloodlines of an Irish blacksmith. Her fiery red hair stopped just below her shoulders, and bright, jade green eyes looked so weary that it would appear as if the girl was about to faint. Too many bad memories made hate and anger shine behind those twin pools of jade that it scared some people. No one ever seemed to care about her. No one that is, except for the man she had once loved. He came from America by means of a boat, and arrived within a few weeks. He wasn't a proper gentleman, and he didn't make the sun rise and fall for many women, but there was something about this fresh young seventeen year old that caught Muriel's eye. His story wasn't tragic, and this man wasn't full of sorrow or hate or anger. Graham Ronan was shorter than most Irish men, but tall for an American man. Thick brown hair covered his head, and dark eyes were set into a tan face. A brilliant smile was usually seen on him, but today, the smile was no where to be seen. He walked out onto the Irish docks and looked about the grimy, filth-covered ship yard. Pity was the only word he might have chosen to describe what he felt for the place. Graham walked on until he reached a road, where he hitched a ride from a rich young lass with long auburn curls and crimson lips. Perhaps it was love at first sight for him, who knows, Ms. Muriel Aithne wasn't there. He paid the rich, pretty woman with a passionate kiss and exited the car with a twinkle in his eye and the familiar smile set back on his face. The first thing he saw when he got out of the car was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen come walking up that lush green hill with a milk pail on her arm. She wasn't dressed real fine, and her hair didn't sparkle and shine in the fading sunlight, but there was something about her that caught the eye of most men. Her dirty white dress (which was now somewhere in between an off-white and a light brown) swayed in the gentle breeze, as did her bright red hair. That was the first time Muriel Aithne fell in love. Coincidentally, that was the last time Muriel Aithne would fall in love.
End of Chapter One
Muriel Ronan held herself with such grace and beauty; one could never guess she was from the dirty bloodlines of an Irish blacksmith. Her fiery red hair stopped just below her shoulders, and bright, jade green eyes looked so weary that it would appear as if the girl was about to faint. Too many bad memories made hate and anger shine behind those twin pools of jade that it scared some people. No one ever seemed to care about her. No one that is, except for the man she had once loved. He came from America by means of a boat, and arrived within a few weeks. He wasn't a proper gentleman, and he didn't make the sun rise and fall for many women, but there was something about this fresh young seventeen year old that caught Muriel's eye. His story wasn't tragic, and this man wasn't full of sorrow or hate or anger. Graham Ronan was shorter than most Irish men, but tall for an American man. Thick brown hair covered his head, and dark eyes were set into a tan face. A brilliant smile was usually seen on him, but today, the smile was no where to be seen. He walked out onto the Irish docks and looked about the grimy, filth-covered ship yard. Pity was the only word he might have chosen to describe what he felt for the place. Graham walked on until he reached a road, where he hitched a ride from a rich young lass with long auburn curls and crimson lips. Perhaps it was love at first sight for him, who knows, Ms. Muriel Aithne wasn't there. He paid the rich, pretty woman with a passionate kiss and exited the car with a twinkle in his eye and the familiar smile set back on his face. The first thing he saw when he got out of the car was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen come walking up that lush green hill with a milk pail on her arm. She wasn't dressed real fine, and her hair didn't sparkle and shine in the fading sunlight, but there was something about her that caught the eye of most men. Her dirty white dress (which was now somewhere in between an off-white and a light brown) swayed in the gentle breeze, as did her bright red hair. That was the first time Muriel Aithne fell in love. Coincidentally, that was the last time Muriel Aithne would fall in love.
End of Chapter One