Plodding on

Plodding on. More to go. At chapter eight. I don't think I will be able to finish the story before Wednesday. At least, I have in mind an ending.


Chapter 8:

It was Saturday morning. Ophelia had gone for her tennis match.

Elizabeth laid on her bed. Outside the window, the Flame of the Forest tree had shed off fully its scarlet flowers. Stripped naked of its glorious red, the tree stood in reverential pity at 30 feet tall.

Elizabeth sat up on her bed, drew her knees close to her chest, hugged her knees together, curled in her body, dropped her head and buried her face between her knees.

The wind blew in from the window and whispered in her ears. Faintly, Elizabeth thought she heard the tree, her Flame of the Forest, said, “I’ll be back with the next bloom. I will give you again that kick-ass view.”

The next bloom? I hope I can live to see it. For now, I feel like dying.

She rolled out of bed and walked to her desktop. Well, it was not her desktop anymore. Ophelia shared it with her. She powered up the desktop and logged on to the internet. She wanted to write another entry for her blog, to offload the intensity she had been feeling lately.

She clicked on Internet Explorer. An unfamiliar web page appeared. It was someone’s blog . It was Ophelia’s blog.

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