EternallyArt

                                                                                                            Chapter one part 1/5   Just a year ago dad left, still the wound is open and bleeding. None of the details from that Autumn day have escaped me and left none of the unsaid words resolved. Mum has grown agitated and goes out to town more often, I think she is unwell. A broken heart, I have read about it in many of my novels on my shelf, along my cream, bedroom wall.   It is winter and frost covers the grass, like icing sugar on a fresh cake. The forests canopy leaves our house in the shadows. It is cold when I go to bed letting Jack