CLOSER TO HEAVEN

deed's they've done. It includes death and separation from god as we know him. While I had never been a religious person myself, partially felt as if I was an athiest,

in the sky and the grey buildings were getting painted a darker shade by the water. He was thunderous even in the way he walked that day, powerful, sleek and with a look that screamed 'I'm here only for business'. The man with the black umbrella had an unfamiliar

esville had never seen such rain before. It talked of somebody's

lacing my thin gloves away to direct my way to the racks

d I turned on my heels to what direction

en a beat of silence followe

much to unpack in his voice. So unfamiliar, so warm and so, so, so distant at

to find relief from the rain. If so, please grab a chair and rest well." The bell of the

stubby and extremely friendly shop keeper who happened to engage with almost everybody for hours on an end. Mrs. Whyre was one of the reasons I loved visiting the local

ld neve

e. She dragged a stool to sit

whispered. "I doubt he can hear us. Did

iar to myself," I confessed quietly. "Must

here for good business, man's

e, nothing religious made sense to me and though I respected their beliefs, it was utterly foolish to consider a piece of jewellery so unlucky

d me and all I did was nod. The stranger's presence was too strong for my liking, I couldn't help but want to leave. Ri

er had lef

back," Mrs Whyre warned gently. "The roads are

vved the engine to life. Apparently he was too scared of my father's anger to talk to me directly. It was funny, I hadn't quite

n flooring but I was sure I could make it to the living room before falling. I stopped to snoop into my father's 'study' which seemed more like a scheming room to me and from the noises I could make out that there we

e alert," a sharp whisper t

as the day on my face when I realised that it was a fa