It’s Hump Day, so here is an excerpt from a story I’ve been mulling over for some months now. It’s a sort of follow up from last weeks where a young man is lying in the shadow of Scarborough Castle ruins watching the gulls. The man is thinking of his lover, Ellis and how he blames himself for Ellis’s death.
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A vague shadowy form, he invades my dreams at night. He is always kind, always sweet and loving, and I… I am filled with the same deep love for him which I felt before.
Nothing has altered in that respect. Ellis, my loving, beautiful, gentle Ellis. So dear to me and so happy with our love even though he knew it could mean trouble for us both. We didn’t care though, we lived for the day then. We were young….and in love.
He does not hate me, he has forgiven me. But I cannot forgive myself, cannot erase the guilt which has haunted me for so long.