COMPLETED 2016-2017
• • Book One in the SPARK duology • •
"Hey wait there a second, invisible boy. I never said I had feelings for Enoch."
"Oh please," he scoffed. "The romantic connection between the two of you is so excruciatingly considerable th...
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Compunction
(n) the feeling of guilt after committing a wrongful act • • •
"Please do this for us, Horace. For Adeira," Emma pleaded.
I sat on the floor of Horace's chambers, fiddling with my finger as Emma tried to convince him to help us out.
"If it's that important to you," he agreed reluctantly.
I nodded slowly. Horace sighed and moved to sit with me on the floor.
"What do you remember of your mother?"
I looked out the large window in Horace's room. As I thought of it, I couldn't remember many things of my mother. Only the small memories came into my mind.
"She was. . .beautiful. My mother had long hair that she always fiddled with. I remember her playing with mine and braiding it into beautiful updo's and styles for a simple walk outside. She would make the most amazing dinners. Dad would tell her that she's going over the top, but I enjoyed every minute of it. The both of them would read me to sleep at night, my father would sing to me. With a kiss on my head he would leave the room, leaving my mother and I. She would tuck me in and tell her how much she loved me. . ."
Horace and Emma were silently watching me trail away. I spoke calmly and slow, absorbing every memory I could. I missed them terribly, even after all these years.
Horace softly smiled at me, "I'll do my best."
I looked down at my pocket, feeling the watch's tick once more. Placing it in my hands, I read the time.
"It's almost dinner," I stated dully.
"Where did you get that?" Horace asked, pointing to the watch in my hands.
I smiled gently and Emma scooted closer to me on the floor, peering over my shoulder.
"That's from Enoch, isn't it?"
I nodded and placed my finger over the engraved initials.
Horace took his hat off and spoke genuinely, "You must really mean a lot to him."
I fiddled with the watch in my hands. Emma soon finished Horace's thought.
"That watch was given to him by his mother."
I looked up at Emma with wide eyes.
"Only Millard, Horace, and I know about the history behind that watch. Enoch would have never given up that watch unless he truly wanted to," she finished.
