—- Speak to me, my delicate heart, Whisper the words you want me to hear, You are now free to fall in love, You have nothing, nothing, nothing to fear © Fatima Begum —-
I tried to open the door, even pushed it with all my might, but nothing happened. It did not even budge. I began banging the door; no sound could be heard from me.
‘He is just a little boy,’ Lady Williams pleaded. ‘Yes, a boy. The maids have heard you, your butler has seen it with his own eyes,’ Father Jones stated. ‘They are all lying!’ She continued pleading his innocence. ‘They would not lie in front of God. This has to be done. The neighbours cannot have more »
‘Michael, this is a very nice drawing,’ Lady Williams said, as she stroked his head. ‘Thank you, mother. I believe that I have finally mastered the shadowing,’ Michael replied, while sketching the vase. ‘Shadowing?’ She questioned. She couldn’t help but admire her son’s drawing. ‘Oh, I don’t know what I’m supposed to call it. Only more »