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The Luminous Clock


The Luminous Clock

Jacob was escorted into a bedroom painted in the shade of Mrs. Junipes 's Blue Grape hyacinths. In the center of the room stood a big brass bed furnished with a nice mattress and a scotch pattern blanket made of pure virgin wool. Lady Elizabeth handed him a handful of pegs from a wooden drawer. "Here child, let's hang up your clothes before they get crumpled." Jacob looked at her sadly, "I only got one good shirt and one pair of knickers."
It was soon agreed. They would take a trip to the local emporium and purchase
a few nice items for him. There was a small desk at the end of the room with paper and pen. A chair holding a wooden marionette with strings attached, and a little metal car. What captured his eyes the most was something that Lady Elizabeth had purchased from Mrs.
Forbes . It was a clock face coated with Blamaine's luminous paint. In the
darkly room, it glowed like something magical. "What is this?" the boy asked.
"It's a clock that glows in the dark so you don't fall on your way to the latrine.
There was a warm glow in the room. Jacob could see his mother's aura. A soft pink
mingled with a tinge of purple magenta. She radiated a warm energy, but in the loop
of her heart he noticed a deep shade of gray. The matrix-matter that lead to her
wounded soul. He placed a hand on her heart "Mother you need not worry so.
I was well fed and taken care of, I forgive you for giving me away." A tear fell
on the side of her cheek. "Now that we are together, all will be well." The boy
brought comfort to her in a way that only made her realize how much she had
given away that long ago day when she gave birth underneath a leaking roof.
"You better get some sleep dear, tomorrow we are going to the apothecary.
She lit a candle in his chamber stick and stepped back. Jacob was exhausted from the dusty trip across the country side. Soon his mother's face began to blur as sleep overtook him. He buried his face in feather and cotton and began to dream a fitful dream.
To Be Continued...

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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  1. Date: 12/6/2016 6:57:00 AM

    Having spent five days in hell (you know what I mean), this instalment comes as a relief. Let's see how it ends.

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