As soon as she had hidden the conch in the wardrobe, Deborah hastened back to the living room. What had come over her, she wondered, hiding something from her own sister. She guessed she just did not want Jenny to think she had lost her mind, especially after their dad had talked to Jenny about her. What exactly would her dad have told her? Deborah knew her dad would never disclose the details of their conversation that night, but then again, she was not feeling her usual self yet. She was still startled by the goings-on since she had arrived at the family beach house.
Story no. 2 in the Valentine's Day Series
A warm wind began to blow from the east and found its way into the smallest alleyways of the Mediterranean port. Elmira knew it was that time again. The wind caressed her cheek and her ear, and she sensed it straight away. She felt it in her heart that tingled with desire and in her eyes that pricked with homesickness. An inner conflict took control of her. Gently she pulled aside the curtains that the wind was playfully tugging, left the coolness of the room and stepped on to the sun-drenched balcony. There she looked out over the deep blue sea in the bay and pricked her ears to the sound of the friendly, yet tormenting wind.
Story no. 1 in the Valentine's Day Series
Angelica looked up from the plates that she was wiping with a wet, threadbare tea towel. She peered outside through the small window and saw how the morning sun danced on the puddles. Everything seemed so peaceful now, very different to the night before, when the rain from the spring storm had thrashed against the corrugated iron sheeting of her shack. The storm had been so wild; making her wonder if it would tear her beloved home apart. Strangely enough, it made her smile. It wasn’t much of a house, and yet, it and everything inside were very dear to her.
“What are you doing here, baby sis?” Deborah asked.
“Is that the welcome I get after all those years?” Jenny responded,
“Yes, it’s certainly been a while,” Deborah admitted with a hint of melancholy in her voice. “I bet Dad told you I was here.”
“That’s right. We were on the phone the other day and he told me you needed to get some stuff sorted out or something. So, I thought I’d pay you a visit and catch up with you. Maybe we can get some surfing in as well.”
Part 2 in the Helena Series
Still smiling, Helena walked over to the tiny oak sapling and knelt down beside it.
“Grandma,” she said again, only this time a little louder, “I’m so glad you’re still here.”
At the same moment, a breeze gently stroked her dark brown locks. To Helena it felt as if Grandma was talking to her by way of the wind. She smiled even more and took pleasure in the warm, glowing sensation she felt in her heart. Then, she stood up and walked slowly to the big oak that shaded the little oak from the heat of the afternoon sun.