Well, I suppose I can put the starting of one of my books. My inspiration for the story is an old chimney that is in a cove beside our house. I'll take a picture of it some time. Anyhow. The story is going to be about things that happened with the cabin back in the 1900s. (This is a fictional story the only thing that is real is the chimney and where it is.) Anyway, here goes. Also it does not have a title.
There was a gentle breeze blowing across the valley. The fields with their corn rippled like waves on a lake. The willows with their graceful billowy branches moved with the breeze. There were drops dew on the grass which sparkled when the sun hit them. It was just after dawn. There were a few deer in a hollow back by an old rock chimney. Years before the cabin had fallen down and had disintegrated. There was a slab of marble beneath the chimney. It was blackened from many fires. The deer moved off as a family of four, riding their horses, rode up toward the hollow.
“Daddy, who owned that?” The little girl asked her father as she pointed to the chimney.
“Honey, that used to be where your great grandfather's home. I don‘t want to go into detail.” The man told his daughter.
“Will you please tell us about him?” The little boy asked.
“Mark, you always avoid telling about your family. Do tell us about it.” The man’s wife said to her husband.
“Well, if you all insist.” He said. “My grand father, your great grandfather, was born and raised in the cabin which used to stand there. His name was Aubrey Wellston. He would tell me stories about his life whenever I would come and visit him. There was one story which I loved the most.”
It's not much but it's all I feel like sharing at the moment.
