The Story of the Next Hour

It was Richards who had conversed with the doctors and, in veil hints that revealed in half concealing, informed the others as to the heartbreaking truth of the tragedy. It was he similarly who dealt with the necessary arrangements for the personify whilst the remainder of the raise was engulfed in a storm of wo.With a paralysed inability to accept its significance, Brently sunk into the depths of the roomy armchair that stood approach the open window. With his face masked by his cupped hands he remained there, covering from the view of Josephine the considerable sea of tears that overwhelmed his face, lest it distressed her further.Richards feeling for the vast loss of his dear friend, put his arm about his shoulder as if to try and ease away the pain that had woven itself to him. However he was instructed by Brently of his need to be left in solitude and with that he retired from the room. Pressed down with physical exhaustion, he hauled his burden away up the stairs towards the only room in the house where Louises presence lived on as strong as ever.On seeing this, Josephine also took to her feet and fled from the house with a sudden wild abandonment after being caught up in the event of the last two hours.Louise had once been an elixir of life- time to Brently. He had lived for her and had idolised her every move with admiration. As he passed her body on his way to their room, his sanctuary, he was struck dumb with how life care her delicate body looked. Her cheeks still bloomed as they had done the day she had concur to marry him, blushing with the same tint of cherry just as when w scratche lilies are crowded with roses and take on their red. Her eyes too, such deep green, as green as all the oceans of Neptune, still tire out her soul and it opened the door to his heart and melted it.As he reached the door of the bedroom he and Louise had shared together for what seemed only a few moments in the vastness of eternity, he was reminded of her swe et nature by the delicious breath of her sweet perfume that lingered in the air and as he passed across the room he was sure he perceive her voice somewhere in the distance proclaiming the love she felt.There stood, confront the open window, he reminisced on times forgone, his face, whose lines outright bespoke repression, steamed with tears. And as he gazed out of the window upon the world carrying on some him he could see the leaves falling from the trees, amber, brown, gold, signifying the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new.Just at that moment a faint tapping was heard at the door and Brently heard Josephine imploring for admission. Brently, Richards will go with Louise if you wish. Its time to posit your farewellsTraversing the staircase down to the open door Brently smooth himself. It was only yesterday that he had felt like Louise and him were falling apart and had begun to detach the stand by they once had shared. He then thought to the future for the firs t time since the incident and with a shock revelation and the realisation that he was now free to venture forward on whatever path he so did choose, he composed himself for his life to come.Peering out of the doorway, Brently now became conscious of the reality that stood in front him this would be the final opportunity to gaze upon his wife. Having been hit by this sudden awareness of the situation, his sight became focused towards the horse gaunt cart preparing to draw away. Within a moment however, overcome with grief at this pivotal point in his life, he remained content with overlap in her presence alone and was left with a less keen wish to fix his eyes upon her fragile body lest the pain be overbearing. To see her lying there, motionless and with her lifeblood drained from within would have been too shattering and the thought of letting her go too unbearable for contemplation.Having collected himself once more for the events, which were to follow, with a word of thanks t o Richards for his assistance in the affairs of the day, he embraced the coadjutor whom he valued so dearly, the companion who had relieved the ache that was trapped within his heart.Take care of her for me I would do nothing lessWith this Richards picked up his gripsack and boarded the cart. Silence surrounded them as the cart pulled away and grief tortured those who would carry the burden around with them forever, but within the cart Richards and Louise rejoiced in the happiness that lay before them and with minimal thought for the grief they had left behind they turned the corner, both(prenominal) in the road and in the winding passage of life.