that got to Elle first. No, it was the smell. Her grandmother's smell, a f r agrant smell of roses which was all around her and reminded her heartbreakingly of her loss.
Elle made her way to the sofa. She sat and then lay down. She brought her knees up to her chest as the sobs of grief bubbled their way to the surface. She let the heartbreak out, crying until she was weak. As her heaving chest relaxed from sheer exhaustion she let herself go and fell asleep. She didn't notice the sun going down or the darkness arrive. Elle slept and slept, the previous days adventures having caught up with her. She dreamt of rocks falling, of her grandmother holding her, of hospitals and of a handsome face smiling at her.
When Elle awoke it was morning. She felt much better having slept for almost ten hours. Looking around her gaze fell on her suitcase in the hall. Resolved she took it upstairs and unpacked it. She wanted to feel at home even when it didn't quite feel like hers yet, not with all her grandmother's things around her.
What an awful thing to contend with. When someone dies al l their possessions are suddenly something to consider. Elle wondered what she should do with all the clothes, ornaments, knick knacks that her grandma had around the house. How much to keep? How much to give away? The photos she found would be incred i bly important to keep. The stories they told were memories that triggered Elle back to moments in her life when she had been so happy.
It was overwhelming to look at all the items that had congregated to form her grandmother's worldly possessions so Elle took a shower, cleaned up a little and threw on jeans and a t-shirt. It felt wonderful to dress down, no make up, no hair styling. It was liberating. She let her hair fall wet and long down her back and wandered slowly out to the front garden.
The garden had been well-tended. Elle's grandmother had been a keen gardener and had enjoyed hours in her garden's, making them pretty and welcoming. As she walked out she saw some weeds, begging to be obliterated. Suddenly eager to rid them from her grandmother ' s beautiful garden, she collected gardening gloves and a trowel and got to work. She weeded and tidied for a long time, really putting herself into the work, grateful for something to do with her time. Elle lost herself in the work until a sound interru p ted her. She stood from her hunched position to see what the noise was. It came from down the gravel path.
Chapter 6
A car crawled up the gravel path, its wheel's crunching noisily and drawing Elle's attention. It was a sleek powerful sports car and a s it drew closer Elle had a horrible feeling she knew who it might be. Not now she thought, inwardly cringing. She felt unprepared for the confrontation that surely was about to occur and was completely naked faced, covered in dirt, a mess. He was a go r geous man and it hurt her dignity for him to see her like this.
The car stopped and he got out. The air Elle hadn't realised she was holding escaped in a whoosh. He too wore jeans and a white t shirt. Tight enough to hug the rippled muscles in his chest and arms. Jeans encasing his long legs and his..oh my! Don't go there! Elle chastised herself. She looked up to his approaching face and her anger with him momentarily was forgotten as she once again looked into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Deep stunning eyes, dark long lashes. Lips, currently grimacing, which were full and sensual. Dark tanned skin and a rugged layer of stubble which added to his appeal. He looked unhappy though she realised. And tired. He looked as if he hadn't slept. Not that she should care she reminded herself. She squared her shoulders as he approached and refocused her brain to the emotion she should be experiencing. Desire is check, she let the anger resurface and remembered all of the cross word she had to sa y to him.
Mark
Elle made her way to the sofa. She sat and then lay down. She brought her knees up to her chest as the sobs of grief bubbled their way to the surface. She let the heartbreak out, crying until she was weak. As her heaving chest relaxed from sheer exhaustion she let herself go and fell asleep. She didn't notice the sun going down or the darkness arrive. Elle slept and slept, the previous days adventures having caught up with her. She dreamt of rocks falling, of her grandmother holding her, of hospitals and of a handsome face smiling at her.
When Elle awoke it was morning. She felt much better having slept for almost ten hours. Looking around her gaze fell on her suitcase in the hall. Resolved she took it upstairs and unpacked it. She wanted to feel at home even when it didn't quite feel like hers yet, not with all her grandmother's things around her.
What an awful thing to contend with. When someone dies al l their possessions are suddenly something to consider. Elle wondered what she should do with all the clothes, ornaments, knick knacks that her grandma had around the house. How much to keep? How much to give away? The photos she found would be incred i bly important to keep. The stories they told were memories that triggered Elle back to moments in her life when she had been so happy.
It was overwhelming to look at all the items that had congregated to form her grandmother's worldly possessions so Elle took a shower, cleaned up a little and threw on jeans and a t-shirt. It felt wonderful to dress down, no make up, no hair styling. It was liberating. She let her hair fall wet and long down her back and wandered slowly out to the front garden.
The garden had been well-tended. Elle's grandmother had been a keen gardener and had enjoyed hours in her garden's, making them pretty and welcoming. As she walked out she saw some weeds, begging to be obliterated. Suddenly eager to rid them from her grandmother ' s beautiful garden, she collected gardening gloves and a trowel and got to work. She weeded and tidied for a long time, really putting herself into the work, grateful for something to do with her time. Elle lost herself in the work until a sound interru p ted her. She stood from her hunched position to see what the noise was. It came from down the gravel path.
Chapter 6
A car crawled up the gravel path, its wheel's crunching noisily and drawing Elle's attention. It was a sleek powerful sports car and a s it drew closer Elle had a horrible feeling she knew who it might be. Not now she thought, inwardly cringing. She felt unprepared for the confrontation that surely was about to occur and was completely naked faced, covered in dirt, a mess. He was a go r geous man and it hurt her dignity for him to see her like this.
The car stopped and he got out. The air Elle hadn't realised she was holding escaped in a whoosh. He too wore jeans and a white t shirt. Tight enough to hug the rippled muscles in his chest and arms. Jeans encasing his long legs and his..oh my! Don't go there! Elle chastised herself. She looked up to his approaching face and her anger with him momentarily was forgotten as she once again looked into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Deep stunning eyes, dark long lashes. Lips, currently grimacing, which were full and sensual. Dark tanned skin and a rugged layer of stubble which added to his appeal. He looked unhappy though she realised. And tired. He looked as if he hadn't slept. Not that she should care she reminded herself. She squared her shoulders as he approached and refocused her brain to the emotion she should be experiencing. Desire is check, she let the anger resurface and remembered all of the cross word she had to sa y to him.
Mark
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