Elizabeth [Ghost-Story, A]

Elizabeth, twin-brother Noah & best-friend Jennifer walk-home barefoot having-attended 1843 Christmas-Eve celebrations at the Henry J Fate Flour-Mill. Twins are tragically-killed in a 'road-traffic-accident'.

Opening-scene; standing on the dirt-road [NO-pavement/sidewalk] a few steps away from the stone-wall entrance of the Henry J Fate Flour-Mill, camera moves-past gate-keepers [night-watchman’s] wooden-hut [on the right-hand-side] across the cobble-stones toward & through the school-room window.

Moving forward to the table nearest-lectern camera focuses-upon Jennifer & her best-friends Elizabeth & Noah listening-intently to their-employer reading closing Christmas Carol paragraphs... ‘God bless-us everyone’.
Closing the book Henry thanked the children for attending the modest flour-mill seasonal-celebrations; standing quietly, the children dutifully lined-up, thanked Henry & wife Zoë as they collected a token-bonus of nuts, flour...

Walking-home barefoot Jennifer fell-behind a few paces, holding the Royal Oak wall for-balance as she brushed the soles of-her-feet to remove stones that had been hidden under the light-dusting of-snow.

Standing upright she caught-sight of a pair-of-horses impact Elizabeth & Noah, their bodies falling-lifeless on-the-road.

Tolling of single church-bell; screen fades-to-black.

We move to 21st-century with Valerie standing by the Royal Oak wall, husband Allan walking-up behind wife of 30yrs.

Elizabeth is hidden-from-view...

Alive-&-mortal Elizabeth & Noah get to live in the 21st-century.


47. Re-incarnation [wip move-into chapter]

Jennifer too was filling-in the gaps in her ancestors-past, great... grandmother Jennifers-diary was in reasonable-condition for a century-old hand-written account.  Putting her cotton-gloves on Jennifer scrutinised the diary, the passage was familiar though she had to be sure. There it was, living thousands-of-miles apart destiny had brought them together in the village of Porterville. ‘My twin-daughters Phoebe & Anna will be thrilled to show-&-tell at kindergarten when I get home’.

Having texted husband Mathew in the USA Jennifer hoped her viewing of Pear-Tree cottage would go-well. With Valerie as her guide Jennifer was talked-through the history & quickly fell in-love with her potential vacation-home ‘I must e-mail Mathew with the details, he too loves English-history’.  

With the realtors permission Valerie checked the garden for & found a metal-box. Jennifer opened to find an assortment of photographs, letters & coins...  This was her ancestors former-home; requiring considerable-investment a naughty-offer, subject to survey, was dependant on video-call & e-mail. Mathew liked the cottage though was more interested in the flour-mill, asking questions about the courtyard & tavern.

If Jennifer wanted to buy, then following structural-survey they would make a formal-offer. Mathew would bring Phoebe & Anna for a viewing mid-term, only a week-away, before buying; he was sure the girls would like to see the 19th-century school where their great-great grandmother was educated.  

Jennifers twin-daughters Phoebe & Anna were fascinated visiting their ancestors school-room, where they worked in the flour-mill just yards-away & of-course Pear-Tree cottage. ‘Its like Betty & Barney Rubbles place’ said Phoebe ‘I like it’ said Mathew ‘Valeries-home is idyllic & after modernisation of quintuple-glazing, re-wiring, re-plumbing & broadband our vacation-home will be too’.  Jennifer explained to her daughters their ancestor was privileged to work for Mr Fate, education for the poor was rare. In a bizarre twist-of-fate it appeared 10yo Jennifers dad, tragically-killed at the flour-mill, was apparently reincarnated to be the present-day husband of Jennifer; how could she have known the prayers of her ancestor to be with her dead-daddy would be answered more than a century later.

Standing at the flour-mill entrance Jennifer asked husband Matthew if he remembered the location & perhaps his past-life death.  Disclosing the cart-incident Mathew turned white & his knees began to shake. Mathew even shared the trait of calling his daughters Princess or Pest, written in her precious felt-wrapped diary, depending on how they acted & his mood.  

Life for the 19th-century poor, including their children, was harsh & unrelenting.  

Following a scathing structural-survey Jennifer & Mathew bought Pear-Tree cottage at a knock-down price & appointed a project-manager for the sympathetic-though-extensive modernisation.  Not such-a-bargain though the vacation-home intangibles more than made-up the paper-loss.

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