Chapter 29 Building Strong

• Building Strong
• “Oh geese,” Ella groaned, holding onto her waist, grinning and fetching the basket of apple cider and transferring them into the barns. She caught sight of a brown woolly shirt tucked at the corner. Dirt and cobweb had infested on it so badly that the brown coveted to dark brown. She surged close now, laid hold of the cloth; and breathed uneasily. The cloth was familiar as the sky that caked up there. He had always worn it during work hours – it was her late husband’s cloths she was done wailing even when she knew there was no stopping her as far as her late husband was concern. She sniffed, brought the cloths to her nostrils, shut her eyes and shook her head in a momentary imagination as she recalled the cloth vividly- it was the same cloth he wore when he made his last love to her- she had suspected his violent volcanic love making and wondered if actually he knew he was not going to return to her thighs; her once cold thighs that he had dominated and made warm; her broken heart that he snitched with protections, care and tireless support; her fearless fear that he kissed away as the departure of summer for winter; her week shoulders that he quelled with his touches and affinity. As she rubbed her protruding tummy, a tear leaked and trickled down her cheeks, and then another. She could hear a shuffling walker and then she dried her tears, sniffed her nostrils to dryness and perked up to continue with her work.
• “Hi Ella,” it was Brian. He stood at the door, his face smirked with smile and Ella smiled back – a forced one; she needed to do because Brian had been angle’s hand in this hard times. He had nursed her and made sure spring of hope returned to her feet. What would have become of her without Brian would be a myth for another day.