Story Peek: "The Ghosts of Glenmore"

Hey Guys, :)

It's been a while and I am sorry for not writing more, sooner. Anyhow - here is a little bit of a story I just played around with. I hope that you all enjoy it. :)

"The Ghosts of Glenmore" Part ONE

By L.M.

"It's a lang way to Glenmore Abbey, Miss. Aire ya sure that thee can make it on yer own? Them shoes thee air wear'n aren't exactly meant fer traps'n around the cantryside."

I stopped and turned around, irritated at yet another interruption. I looked down at my feet and took inventory of the black heels. I sighed, annoyed. Then, looking back at him I asked,"Well then, what do you suggest?"

He frowned and pointed at the small suitcase in my hand. "Aint' ya gat anyting in thair tha would work, Miss?"

"No." I replied, coldly. "I wasn't expecting to be trapped on a washed-up stack of sticks while my only hope of salvation was scared away by you and your cane!" 

That last part, I admit, I snapped at him angrily. In my mind I sorrowed at the memory of that handsome stranger on that white horse, coming up and offering his assistance and a ride to Glenmore Abbey, no charge. Until this old man with a few missing teeth and an unavoidable scent of strong beer had come up waving his cane and scaring the man's horse away. Ugh. I was so mad I could spit! And he wasn't even offering me a ride or something to get to Glenmore. He just decided to scare away my transport and stare stupidly at me and my suitcase, offering no help at all!

The old man put his hands up defensivley. 'Naw, naw, Miss!" He exclaimed trying to calm me down. "Tha feller tha came to thee was na mair than tha mos troubled man o' come these parts! He would a' taken thee fa sure, as thee ha' no more'n screamed, he would a' been off!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Yah, yah. I know - you told me that several times. Aw Havisham!" I exclaimed to myself. "I'll just have to walk there, heels or no heels!"

And so with the old man's protests being muttered behind me in his strong irish accent, I headed off on the dusty road towards the towering spires of Glenmore Abbey. From their place in the far distance, their tall grey towers stood starkly against the cloudy sky, almost forebodingly, but I kept pacing my steps upon the road.

However, the farther I walked I began to cool off emotionally and look around me a bit. The road was long and tough on my shoes, but the green fields and rolling little hills of jade and gold on either side made the grey sky and shadows more pleasant and strangely, welcoming.

After making it about a few miles in, I stopped and sat down on a large rock by the road and stared at the sky, listening to the wind that rustled the grasses around me. It's cool touch calmed me and brought back my resolve.

"I'll make it to Glenmore, all right," I whispered out loud to myself. "And Aunt Agnes will have to let me in." I began to whisper to myself. "After all, Mom did say that she had to take care of me now. Especially with Dad gone, and Rich coming around. This is the best thing that can happen right now, right? It's gonna be... great." My words seemed to fall empty, dropping from my lips and carrying away on the wind.

I couldn't even lie to myself.