Secret Sorrow

Secret Sorrow

Preface
Have you ever had a secret, so valuable that you’re afraid to even think about it? Have you ever experienced something so incredible, but have never shared it with another soul? Have you ever questioned the stone-set laws of science?

Chapter 1
“Bye Clara”, my mother called casually from the kitchen.
She’d asked me to run to the shop to buy some milk; reluctantly I had said yes, but I usually found the walk to the shop amusingly enjoyable – a breath of fresh air generally lightened my spirits. I admire my mother so greatly. She was naturally beautiful and we were more like friends. Her eyes were sapphire blue that anyone would be effortlessly mesmerized by, with long skinny eyelashes in the colour midnight that she flicked almost constantly. Her skin was slightly lighter than Ivory, with a metallic rose coloured tint to her cheeks. Her faultless champagne blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders into slender, slack curls. Her lips were like a frozen rose, dangerous but beautiful. It kills me that we have to live here, scavenging off what little money we made by selling the eggs our chickens laid in our back garden. It’s a struggle but we get by.   She gave me a £1 coin and I put it in my handbag.
“See you Mum”, I replied, closing the backdoor behind me.
I took the same route as I had every time; along the footpath behind the house, over the style, through the field and to the only shop within a five mile radius. I lived in Portsmay, a tiny village with only 3 houses and one convenience store, supplying the minimum necessities. Schooling was out of the question.   I’d been raised single handedly, home tutored, and I have never met my father.
On my way to the shop, I climbed over the style, when I felt as if things weren’t the same. I noticed a mysterious gap in the hedge of the field. I don’t know exactly why it had caught my eye, but after sitting alone and thinking to myself in this exact field constantly through my childhood, I...