The Forlorn Music of the dead!

The little lady with a mole on her right cheek drawled as the candle-wick reclined on one of the old mildewed books at the corner of the shelf where Mr.Green was intently inclined onto the left side of an old newspaper dating back to half a century ,ruffling through the pages, shuffling for one information that had nagged him since childhood,” The Vineyard Fire” The mention of incident brought before him the caricature of an old hut, a little boy and the three young girls ,ages no more than ten and a damp music.

“It would be better advised if you will come again tomorrow to scavenge the library off it’s content Mr Green,it’s half past two and no electricity,thank Edison for the his invention” Mrs Bilone, an old lady, the librarian of the Grand Central Library suggested.

“Don’t forget Isaac, Mrs Bilone, and could you wait for another hour ! I’m almost there” He coughed and adjusted the square frame spectacles on his nose.Mrs Bilone yawned as she detested his obtrusive read.

The newspapers had a fading ink but that was what he could get his hands on, “The vineyard Fire”,the name repeated in his mind like a litany.

There, his fingers trembled as they hovered over one single heading

“Mysterious Fire Kills the Green family on a Rainy Night”

He sniffed and winced as he read the below paragraph that commenced with,

“There are no survivors left from the incident, three daughters and one son along with Mr and Mrs Green perished in the Vineyard fire.”

“No, this is false, I’m alive ,I still am and whose body did they find to claim to be mine” He growled and encircled his fists and punched the paper, the effort was vain,his nightmares would remain a mystery,he grumbled.music

“It’s time son, you need to return home”Mrs Bilone folded the scrambled papers, creasing them right and taking them back to their respective shelves, the dark alley between the books was the place for forgotten old news.

Mr Green nodded and trotted towards the exit, his memories warring with the logic.His nightmare recurred as he slumped at the exit.

It was a dark night, alike today, Mrs Green lighted a candle at the far end of the hall way while little master Defrey Green played with the wooden horse and his three younger sisters, the triplets giggled playing with the ragamuffins.

While Defrey played ,there was a whisper in his ears,first as a damp forlorn music and then a clear voice.

“Run,there will be a fire” an unknown damp voice spoke.

He jerked from the floor to look for the new unfamiliar eerie voice

“Mama…there is someone here” He screamed and ran to his mother who by now lighted two more candles.

“None, my boy,it’s just daddy from work” she condoled him and ushered him to bed.

While his three sisters were being pampered by his father, he felt a hand around the crook of his arms, cold,damp hands.It was raining heavily outside.

Defrey plunged towards the hall to the safety of his parents hearing the same whisper in his ears

“You are going to die, run” That was all he could hear and everything went dark,the wind from the sudden open windows blew away the candles.

“Oh, Light the god forsaken candles Sarah” Mr.Green Shouted as he could feel his daughters cringing from fear.

Defrey felt a pull, a pair of sparkling dead eyes stared at him

“I told you to run” said the cold whisper and before he knew, Defrey was thrown out of the window,to the street while his house burnt down inspite of the rain, it was as if the rain was harvesting the fire.

Mysteriously he found himself in another city,with a new identity but only he knew of the truth.None believed him,casting him away as a retard,years passed by and he never came to know of the reason,the whisper or the damp,wet hands.

Only the little lady with the mole who followed him everywhere knew, he was her son that the Greens had adopted after her death, her house and the riches were lived by the Greens while her son was made to toil in the factory,vengeance of her spirit made a beggar boy enter to rob the house while she pulled Defrey out of the house.She had ,with satisfaction burnt the house just the way she was burnt in the factory of the Greens,her vengeance wrote the same destiny to the Greens,her son Defrey Williams was himself a Green now and that she would bear!

Humming the lullaby she once sang for little Defrey ,now a forlorn music of the dead.She still follows with him,for a part of her,his eyes were hers and the spirit was attached to him and till today,he hears the same damp music but not the voice,she decides to stay silent.Reasons unknown,reasons that no one will ever know!


 

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

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8 thoughts on “The Forlorn Music of the dead!

  1. This is brilliantly done… πŸ™‚

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  2. Well written post..
    enjoyed reading it !

    Ethnic Vday Look

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  3. Rangelz says:

    Beautiful piece Brunda. You are so very talented. The story had me hooked till the very end πŸ™‚

    Liked by 2 people

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