The Embrace

Mrs Woodvine rubbed her thin hands together Was it true ? Was what the Psychic told her true? She should not have gone But she had this terrible heavy feeling over her Ever since the death of Mrs Cadwell

She felt a rush of fear What if her husband followed though with his plans She had begged him to find another piece of property but he was adamant He would not give up what he felt to be his She had found out that Mrs Cadwell the owner of the land was in a desperate situation since her had husband died and she had no choice but to sell but then suddenly she died too It had been in Mr Cadwells family for generations The psychic had said if her husband brought harm to that land that he would suffer for it That they would suffer for it But she failed to tell them how they would would be punished

The psychic tried to explain to her that there were spirits -deity's that would punish them if they went in and did harm to the woods ,to the water or the any of the trees But Mrs Woodvine had stopped listening. The psychic told her they would be creating a negative energy if her husband pursued his destruction of the land She did not want to hear any more and ran from the room

Mrs Woodvine once again rubbed her pale and skinny hands together What could she do? Her husband was stubborn and at times he could be ruthless

He had told her he would go out there himself with an axe if he had too He was not going to be put off any more Not by superstitious imbeciles She felt a wave of dizziness engulf her She was sick with worry but felt helpless Her husband and told her to stay away from Fortune tellers and psychics but he did not understand her ability to sense things and the waves of feelings that would wash over Fear in this case and yet there was nothing she could do to stop him

Mr Woodvine waved his hands in frustration as he slammed down the office phone Every thing was taking too long The weather had been sour and the paperwork that should have been cleared was still not done and his patience was coming to an end He needed to get those workers on the job and even after 5 weeks nothing had been done Every one had an excuse why they could not come out and do the job

He kicked at old scarred wooden the desk He could just skip all that nonsense paper work and hire a couple of guys himself The land was his He bought it and he could do as he wished with it The Cadwells were dead That land belonged to him now

What was all this crazy stuff about a haunting and spirits Well he wasn't going to stand for it much longer It was dirt and nothing more

It was his wife's fault Her and her psychic impressions and feelings of "things" to happen

He even found out she visited a fortune teller He would have to put a stop to all this ridiculousness He would take care of that property himself Something he should have done weeks ago He would go out to to the land and see what work had been accomplished if any and as he told his wife He would do it himself if he had too!

"How much longer James"? We have to clear this area before the storm hits You know Mr Woodvine wants this done sooner than later and it does look like we are going to get caught in this freezing rain" Ron glanced up at the ever blackening sky He had no desire to get soaked and the air was blasting out her icy breath

James ran his hand through his thinning hair He needed the cash and Mr Woodvine paid well It would be a big job for both of them and they had not made much progress the last few days It seemed that they were moving backwards instead of forward As if time was controlling them and would not let them move forward It was of course foolish He was just suffering from the cold and it was messing up his thinking Clearing out the wood was just a job but it could wait a little longer How would Mr Woodvine even know?

"Well we can wait for a bit Let the storm pass No use catching our death of cold because Mr Woodvine who has more money than sense and wants this done now"

"Lets head back to the truck and wait it out or better yet lets drive over to Tranquil s Bar and warm up a bit "

The sounds of the truck faded as the men drove down the road Both men though they did not say it breathed a sigh of relief They hated that wood The feelings of being watched Eyes that came from every direction yet no eyes at all

A sudden silence descended A silence so real so deafening that even the air seemed to holds its breath

Then a soft whispering A language without words could be heard

Without warning a sudden blast of icy wind ripped through the air The force of it tearing apart all that stood in its path without mercy

Twisting,bending Struggling with little hope Reaching reaching Thin arms spread out and for a moment touch Intertwined they held on A desperate embrace of fear Of loss Of separation A long time in the coming Hope reborn At last an understanding of how lonely it had been Don't let go! Let us once again know this feeling of Oneness before its too late A roar of wind so cold that the earth shook from its coldness The sky thundered its warning and once again they stood alone,apart Torn from each others embrace Void of touch ,no hope ,no thin arms to feel and hold close Stillness Then a scream So terrifying a sound that even the depths of the earth held its breath The over head canopy of ominous clouds crept down closer ,dark and heavy As the two gently swaying figures ,their heads bowed down and without sound waited A deep sigh was heard in the cold night air A rush of sadness and then the tears began to fall Can anyone hear it? It is just the wind in the willows