Just a short tale for those with a few moments to spare , hope you enjoy it.
Charlotte of Little Dean
By P A Hilton
Charlotte James had lived at Little Dean for all of her life. When she was a young girl she had viewed it has some kind of paradise, but now it had become her prison. A place she now felt she had to escape from.
If it had not been for the arrival of Harry Walker, a very pleasant man who had recently moved into the area,
would have ended it all. Now she felt sure there was a way forward – a way for her to escape to a new life, a life away from the gloom and misery of Little Dean. Charlotte
Harry was much older than
– in fact he was more than double her age – some would say he was more of a father figure. To Charlotte none of this mattered as she had a game plan, besides twenty or more years didn’t matter. She had decided what she wanted, and it didn’t matter how many casualties had to fall on either side. Charlotte
Charlotte and her mother had been close, but their relationship was now becoming strained. Every time Harry came to visit she was sent away to do something whiles her Father and Mother would chat with Harry in the conservatory about the years gone by.
Rumour had it that Harry had worked in the city, very important they said. But then all had gone wrong for him, one lost deal – a very big deal – and that was the end for him. In his world it seems you're not judged on you success but on your failure, have one and your out. In all honesty it had not all been down to him that the Bank almost went bust, but he got the blame.
She had toyed with the idea of murder, but rejected it out of hand. Starting to weep
threw herself onto her bed. A sharp rap on the front door reverberated through Little Dean; it seemed to make the building spring to life, and then came a second rap. Charlotte ran from her room, as she plied the stairs it became a race as she watched her Mother approach the door. Opening the door she held out her arm to push Charlotte back – Charlotte stopped as her body stiffened and her mood became as dark as the hall. What was it with her mother, why did she want to keep her away from Harry, was it spite or was there some dark secret. Charlotte
Stooping down she picked up a candle stick and swung it towards her mother, before it made contact Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.
looked into his eyes and instantly she knew the secret of her paternity. Charlotte
Thank you. It's not my normal genre (Gothic) but I thought I would try something a little different. Tell me what you think, I would appreciate comments.