We Can Live Like Jack and Sally
It's me again Margret... I said that I hit a bit of inspiration with my last fic, and it seems as though i have. So I'm back with this one. It's kind of strange and i'm not sure if you'll like it, but i do hope so! Death Hairbrush...this goes out to you Sweetheart!
Whispering Willows and Red Roses
Vam
PG of right now
Don't know, don't own, just like to write about them.
Bam is a farmboy and his uncle has left him a fortune and a mansion in the city.
It was in the late of winter when my uncle died. His funeral was dreary and most of the family was unable to attend. It was so cold that winter, there was so much snow and so many illnesses plaguing the city. We lived outside Philadelphia, on a small farm. My father, Phillip, was prosperous but not as much as my uncle Vincent.
It was only my father and I from my immediate family that attended his funeral. My mother, April, was busy at home, helping my brother Jess and his wife attend to their new daughter. I wish she had been there though, my father looked so sad. It’s true that Uncle Vincent was usually very obnoxious and sometimes annoying, but we still loved him. More on that later though.
After the funeral, my uncle’s lawyer approached us and asked us to return the next week for the reading of my uncle’s will. I said that we would be there, and helped my father to our carriage. He would catch a chill if we didn’t leave soon. I took one look at the snow covering the newly carved wooden cross and silently said my last goodbye to my uncle.
“Come on, Dad. Let’s get back home. I’ve got a lot to do tonight.”
“You can do it in the morning Bam. Let’s just go home and eat supper.” I nodded and we climbed in the carriage. It took us little more than two hours to get back home. Mother had left the lantern in the window, like she always did when we were out after dark. Jess usually wasn’t home to help us, so I doubted that he’d done anything around the farm today. Sighing, I woke my father up and told him to get inside. He smiled at me and left me to go inside, into the warmth.
I drove the carriage into the barn and unhitched the horses, stabling them, giving them the grain and water they deserved. I would have to brush them in the morning, it was too dark to do anything now, and I was very hungry. When I went inside, Mother gave me a hug and a kiss. Her blonde hair was a mess and she had vomit on her blouse.
“Is the baby sick again?” She nodded and put a finger to her lips, I looked past her and saw my brother sitting in the rocking chair that used to belong to my grandmother. He was rocking his daughter and they were both falling asleep. Normally I would’ve done something to him to wake him up, but I didn’t want to wake the baby, especially since she was sick.
“Come eat a little bit of dinner.” Mother whispered and I followed her into the kitchen.
So, what do you think?
Until we meet again my pretty birdies!
Whispering Willows and Red Roses
Vam
PG of right now
Don't know, don't own, just like to write about them.
Bam is a farmboy and his uncle has left him a fortune and a mansion in the city.
It was in the late of winter when my uncle died. His funeral was dreary and most of the family was unable to attend. It was so cold that winter, there was so much snow and so many illnesses plaguing the city. We lived outside Philadelphia, on a small farm. My father, Phillip, was prosperous but not as much as my uncle Vincent.
It was only my father and I from my immediate family that attended his funeral. My mother, April, was busy at home, helping my brother Jess and his wife attend to their new daughter. I wish she had been there though, my father looked so sad. It’s true that Uncle Vincent was usually very obnoxious and sometimes annoying, but we still loved him. More on that later though.
After the funeral, my uncle’s lawyer approached us and asked us to return the next week for the reading of my uncle’s will. I said that we would be there, and helped my father to our carriage. He would catch a chill if we didn’t leave soon. I took one look at the snow covering the newly carved wooden cross and silently said my last goodbye to my uncle.
“Come on, Dad. Let’s get back home. I’ve got a lot to do tonight.”
“You can do it in the morning Bam. Let’s just go home and eat supper.” I nodded and we climbed in the carriage. It took us little more than two hours to get back home. Mother had left the lantern in the window, like she always did when we were out after dark. Jess usually wasn’t home to help us, so I doubted that he’d done anything around the farm today. Sighing, I woke my father up and told him to get inside. He smiled at me and left me to go inside, into the warmth.
I drove the carriage into the barn and unhitched the horses, stabling them, giving them the grain and water they deserved. I would have to brush them in the morning, it was too dark to do anything now, and I was very hungry. When I went inside, Mother gave me a hug and a kiss. Her blonde hair was a mess and she had vomit on her blouse.
“Is the baby sick again?” She nodded and put a finger to her lips, I looked past her and saw my brother sitting in the rocking chair that used to belong to my grandmother. He was rocking his daughter and they were both falling asleep. Normally I would’ve done something to him to wake him up, but I didn’t want to wake the baby, especially since she was sick.
“Come eat a little bit of dinner.” Mother whispered and I followed her into the kitchen.
So, what do you think?
Until we meet again my pretty birdies!