Novella: The Spring, by Charlotte Squire – Ch 4
Novella: The Spring
By Charlotte Squire
Trouble’s brewing for a small rural community who live near the most pure waters on earth Te Waikoropupu Springs, in Golden Bay, New Zealand. A foreign company plans to buy the sacred waters and cut off all access to the sacred waters, not to mention their plans for the water. Cue an unlikely group of people, with one thing in common, inherited psychic powers. They’re drawn together to create a powerful, positive force to fight for the springs.
Chapter four –
Sam crouched over the plastic table, taking care not to lean back against the nylon wall of the Barbie Tent. He bowed his head obediently to sip his ‘tea’ and waited for further instruction. His daughter obliged.
“Drink it all Daddy and let’s have some cake now. I baked it. We’re having strawberry cake!” She beamed with pride, as if the actual cake sat plump and gleaming with icing before them.
Sam felt his tummy rumble and longed to stand up. He adored his daughter and would have lain down his life for her without a thought, but the whole tea party thing was one part of being a lone parent that he quite frankly detested. After all, a man could only handle holding his little finger up for so long. He decided to speed things up.
“Tell me how where you found the strawberries for your cake love.”
His daughter sighed with happiness and began to talk, and he to listen. As she talked and he listened, a sweet, pleasure seeped through her bones. She loved the way her Daddy looked at her when she talked. She felt so loved, and so safe and just so happy! Eventually she ran out of things to say.
“Daddy you go and play somewhere else I’m going to sleep now,”
“Ok love,” he murmured. Before he’d excited the tent she was fast asleep on her my little pony cushion, dreaming of kind strawberry fairies who brought her icecream and taught her how to fly.
Harriet reigned in her horse and gazed out to sea. There was no one else on the beach. This was always her favorite time of the day, sunset at Rototai Beach, plus the timing of the low tide was an added bonus. She felt the day’s tension draining away from her, limb by limb, and they were still. The horse’s breath, the sound of the sea and the occasional creak of the old saddle were all she heard. She closed her eyes and felt sea creatures all around her easing patiently towards the night. Relaxed, she wondered if her man had started dinner. She sat taller in the saddle. “Hold me still Sonny, while I go home for a second.”
Then she sent her spirit soaring up, she felt it connect back up to her star and with a spark shoot with all the force of a silent comet back to their little cottage at the foot of the hill. For a moment she saw him sitting on the couch watching TV, he was relaxed, his boots on the table in front of him. He was waiting for her. There was no food on the stove.
“The Dangerous it is Sonny.”
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