I Hear You Calling

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Old-fashioned love story in a remote coastal village, with a slight twist!

Submitted: September 25, 2011

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I HEAR YOU CALLING

 

The rain lashed and the wind howled across the Anglesey coastline whipping the grey waves into frenzy on that cold autumn day in 1908.  Dilys Hughes bowed her head, pulled her blood-soaked collar up and pushed forwards through the storm with desperation, whilst battling against the hostile elements she cast her mind back to events of the previous three months.

 

It was a warm late summer’s day as Dilys trudged her way over the Church Bay sands and was completely lost in her thoughts, so much so that she didn’t notice the handsome young man approaching and almost collided with him.

“Oh!”  She exclaimed in alarm, though suddenly felt coy and shy as she noticed his lean build; soft, fair hair that matched the sand with facial features to match.  “Please, I didn’t mean to startle you!  Are you alright?”  He asked with genuine concern.  Despite never seeing this handsome stranger, Dilys felt he was someone you could trust and tentatively at first, began to speak to him.  As they walked she was soon opening her heart to him.

 

Dilys was 26 years old and grew up in a large but poor fishing family in Holyhead, the only daughter she had had five brothers yet had lost one to the turbulent seas just two years past, her family was still deeply in mourning.  The previous Christmas a dashing and prosperous salesman from Valley had caught her eye whilst dancing at the local village festivities.  Edgar Jones, 32, had swept her off her feet and they soon became engaged to be married the following Christmas.

 

However, as winter faded so did the love and attention that Edgar had originally given Dilys.  He grew colder as the weather became warmer; he often went away on business trips to the mainland.  Rumours started to escalate around the village that Edgar Jones had a love interest at Caernarvon, though nobody would enlighten Dilys.  She vehemently denied the rumours yet soon became doubtful herself after finding a perfume bottle following a return from one such trip and confronted him thus.  He simply laughed and said it was a gift for her but Dilys knew then, in her heart, that he was unfaithful. 

She sought advice from her parents for calling the wedding off but they were appalled insisting that she must marry Edgar!  He had promised them a handsome dowry for their daughter’s hand in marriage and times in the fishing trade that year were hard, Mr & Mrs Hughes needed this forthcoming dowry to survive!  So wedding preparations continued and Dilys became unhappier with the passing months.  Until that day she met Bryn Lloyd on the beach.

 

From thereon Dilys saw Bryn regularly; Edgar was spending more time on the mainland so she saw Bryn freely and often.  Dilys however made the mistake of confiding in her mother who abhorred this revelation and promptly forbade her to see Bryn again, which was something Dilys simply could not deliberate so she continued to meet him in secrecy.  Their love and passion grew stronger by the minute yet Bryn was mysterious and very old-fashioned.  He regaled Dilys with tales of the sea; he was a deckhand on a frigate to Ireland, didn’t speak much of his family or background and was quite vague when she asked.  She assumed he had suffered a similar tragedy to her own so didn’t press him further.

After that first month they could no longer hold their passions apart from one another and made love in a quiet cove.  So tender and loving were his caresses that the seagulls cried with them in unison as their first bout of lovemaking reached its conclusion.  They met and loved each other as frequently as possible thereafter, each falling further and deeper in love.

 

Subsequently on that cold day in autumn, Edgar returned early from one of his trips and came upon Dilys writing a love poem to Bryn.  In a violent rage he confronted Dilys with accusation and she could not contain her secret any longer so blurted out that yes!  She loved this new man with all her heart and it was high time to call the wedding off before they both made a huge mistake.  But Edgar did not view this in the same light and in a fit of wild jealousy reached for the candelabra on the dresser and struck Dilys in the face with it, hard.  There were bright lights and stars amidst the excruciating pain that coursed through Dilys’ head and she could feel the blood running down the side of her face.  Through a half-closed eye she saw Edgar downing a huge brandy and it was at that point she staggered to her feet and made her escape before he ended her life.

 

Dilys knew where she must go so grabbed her cloak and headed straight out into the rain to the cliff-top where she guessed Bryn would be.  She moved swiftly as she knew Edgar was close, quickly putting rocks and distance between them. 

 

She reached the summit, the storm was now deafening.  There were no dwellings around; merely a small, old and derelict graveyard.  Frantically Dilys searched for a sign of Bryn, desperately shouting his name.  She could still hear him calling her as she entered the graveyard and found herself running to the far end to the cliff’s edge peering around, urgently searching for her lover.  She then stumbled upon a weathered headstone that said “Here lies BRYN LLOYD Died November 18th 1767, Beloved Husband of DILYS”.  Dilys froze, horror and confusion washed over her, yet could still hear Bryn calling her name through the mist.  Suddenly, out of the stormy darkness loomed Edgar.  At that moment Dilys knew exactly what she must do as was her Destiny.  She cried: “Bryn, wait – I’m coming to you!”  She closed her eyes and stepped forwards off the cliff to the waiting sea.

 

 

999 words

 

© Copyright Christina Ord

25th September 2011

 

 


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