Grafton Globe Newspaper
Winter 2020 Edition
The charming scent of sweet peaches that hung upon the branches of grave trees lended itself into the barren walls of that ancient abode, which stood just beyond those fruitful rows, overlooking a lake of lifeless glory. How bright was that morn that it needed no candle to illuminate but the darkest of its desolate corners. Yet, there dwelt the faintest presence of a warm May fog about the ghostly company of that arid vision; dare one claim, perchance, it allowed its being the greater half of its lovely and mystically picturesque expression.
It was on a fine Sunday that some several guests paid visit to the curious company of that vacuous lakeside, prattling over the idle endeavors of a seemingly pretentious glory that must only thrive in the presence of a wonderful youth. How their words did ring harmoniously off the lustrous surface of that mirrored countenance, which appeared almost entirely coruscated with the enkindled reflection of pellucid sunbeams. The entirety of its life did exist merely beneath the surface of an alluring falsity, for all did dwell in the depths of a chilled darkness that allowed no touch of light upon the depths of its vast being. How true those sweet vistants did believe this be! No being did they fancy could hold so great a forbearance that it may care to dwell in the emptied corridors of that ancient abode, and too desolate an existence was it to occupy the etiolated greens that did surround the perimeter of that glistening lake. Casting down those mahogany rods, they felt at once the gust of a spritely chill come over their whimsical young beings, until, at last they espied what all may deem but an illusive vision of youthful pursuit. But there, upon the surface of that earthly soil, stood the apparently mythical presence of a ghostly spirit, smiling with great fright, so that she might conceal the uncertainty that rested beneath that lifelessly fair countenance, whilst those soft lips were parted so stiffly that they could conceal not the slightest anguish, in earnest. There came at once a frightful wail from the gathering of jolted souls, which appeared only to have bounced off that silvery lake into the dismayed transparency of that lingering vision, for she convulsed at once with a cry of great fright. How curious they did believe it be that the spirit stood so timid when all tale should only suggest a result of vast variation from that of reality. There came no haunting nor terror from the wretched vision that stood before them, but only a sensation of sincere pity for the dolorous sight before their eyes. How utterly dejecting was it that she dwelt in an eternal state of the greatest, and most melancholy woe they had yet encountered. No life was it to be so alone, whilst all around did gleam bright with the glorious awakening of a new dawn. It was on that fine Sunday some many years ago that there was born a companionship that many fancied entirely unattainable, until met at eye with a proof that should rattle but the very depths of their false perception, for no longer did she rest in the solitude of a barren existence, but she acquired an acquaintanceship of which allowed vision of the cheer that had always embraced her desolate surroundings. No longer was she a wretched soul set to wallow aimlessly through the land, pining for that which she could never seem obtain, but she was at last free to bask in the wonder of those fruitful rows. The End.
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