Short story: A promise of Love in Death

To sleep no more

“If I die, I won’t blame you, I promise,” Amelia said earnestly.

Dipender flinched and he stared at her for a long moment before walking over to her and kneeling down so they were eye-level.

“Don’t say that. Don’t even think like that, you can fight –”

“I heard you talking to the nurse earlier,” Amelia said taking the oxygen mask off her face, “and I just want you to know that I don’t blame, just don’t lie to me.”

Dipender blinked a few times, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat, he told himself that crying in front of patients was wrong especially children who looked at him with eyes aged beyond their years.

“I’m going to call your parents. I’m going to make sure they are here.” He promised taking her hand and he saw her try and hide a wince as the monitor beeped, Dipender let go immediately.

“You don’t always have to be so strong, it’s okay to tell me when it hurts,” He said, annoyed at himself for letting his voice break, angry at the world for wanting to even try and take this little girl’s life and powerless in his need to save her.

“It hurts all the time, so I have to be strong all the time.” Amelia said her voice modulated her gaze unwavering.

Dipender felt the moisture build in his eyes as he held her gaze. He carefully put the oxygen mask back on her face.

“It’s okay, it really is,” she said reaching forward and patting him on the arm lightly, as if he needed reassuring, as if the action didn’t cost her everything.

He didn’t even want to imagine the level of pain she would have endured to become that resilient.

“I’m going to call them, I’m going to…” he trailed off as she shrugged as though it didn’t matter to her.



Good Evening,

As always I hope you enjoyed The secret Life: Book of Love, as much as I enjoyed writing it,

there are other books, book of fear, book of death, but  as a romantic, I had to post Love first.

Maybe at a later date I shall post the rest.

Its seems to always be the evening when I begin to decide what to write next,

I can’t help it I’m a night owl. Anyway, for once I know exactly what to post next;

its called ‘Daisies, Lilies and Snowdrops’.

For now,

Good night,


Short Stories: The Secret Life: Book of Love

The Secret life: Book of love

Penny ran. She had to run, what else could she do but run? She couldn’t have stayed even if…even if what? No, running was her only option. She was careful of her footing as she made her way through the thick forest – her father had once taught her exactly how to run in a forest, when they used to go on their adventures. But no, she mustn’t think about that. A brunch scratched her cheek and she paused to take a breath and assure herself that she wasn’t being followed. What was that she heard? The stream? But surely she couldn’t have been running for that long? She slowed and came to a clearing. A waterfall, a real life waterfall! Penny gazed at the cascading water with wide and wild eyes. She crept closer her feet making their own way.

She leaned in and drank. An explosion of flavour so rich and deep it startled her, but not nearly as much as the emotions that accompanied them: a deep sense of loyalty, commitment, gratitude, contentment and bliss. Bliss so deep and so extreme she thought for certain she might pass out from the sheer joy of it, where it not for the unfamiliar flutter in her chest. ‘What is this water’ she thought, ‘Should I be scared?‘ But that couldn’t be felt under all the emotions she was already feeling.

‘Perhaps it’s a dream, or a hallucination, I might have hit my head on the way up here and be unconscious right now, another drink just to confirm’ Penny began to lean in again when a voice as smooth as velvet itself spoke.

“I knew you would wish for another”

She looked around wildly the feelings from the water flared uncontrollably as she set eyes on who the voice belonged to. Dressed in a long bright robe, she couldn’t discern the colour; he seemed to be emitting off some kind of glow, not only from his clothes but from his very self. She stared at him mouth agape; he was far too beautiful for her eyes to fully appreciate. He was too much; he couldn’t and shouldn’t be stared at head on.