Eli

I’ve finally succumbed to intense pressure from my inner muse, and started a new series, continuing from the end of the Dawson Family. The original series (“Coming in from the Cold”) begins in 1982, but toward the end of “The Dawson Family,” we jump ahead 13 years.
This is when Eli meets Hannah. For those of you who are confused by the multitudes of unknown characters, here is a breakdown of the cast. Warning! If you haven’t read “Coming in from the Cold,’ or ‘The Dawson Family,’
http://let-the-right-one-in.com/fancontent/ff/coming-in-the-cold

When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone,
‘Cause everything is.
And you search for it, and you hurt for it,
And you promise each other you’ll work on it,
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours.
But, that’s everything.

-Has-Lo

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“Eli!”

Eli looked back as Oskar came running over the hill with an excited look on his face.

“Where were you?!” Eli said in mock anger, trying to cover up her actual relief. It felt like she had been looking for Oskar for a long time now.

…Too long.

This is my first attempt at a series. And...I don't have much of it figured out yet. So I'm kind of pulling together as I go.

I'm also hoping this FF will be a bit different from the others in terms of the story.

Enjoy...

“Dreams are real as long as they last.
Can we say more of life?”
-Havelock Ellis

“Grandpa!!”

Oskar jumped slightly as he was startled by the sudden yell of children. He had been staring out the window contemplating the winter. So barren and lifeless made so beautiful just by sprinkling a little bit of white powder around. He loved winter. Though the reason for this seasonal love he couldn’t remember….

They were a quarter-way across Chain Bridge, and Jed was reasonably sure they were not being followed. Eli sat in the middle, sniffing and wiping his eyes and nose; Dave, riding shotgun, was as stiff as a board and kept glancing in the side-view. Jed rolled down his window, swerved briefly into the oncoming traffic lane, and heaved his pistol out. It sailed over a tall metal guardrail and disappeared into the darkness toward the Potomac River below.

Well...What to say.

I have always enjoyed writing and this little piece right here is included. I hope everyone who reads it, gets at least a little something out of it. I know I have gotten a lot out of the other FF on this site.

I think I wrote this for myself just as much as for everyone else. Death is something everybody has to face. Its hard. I think me writing this has a lot to do with that. To help me face it, and know everything I love and cherish will one day be gone and I can't bring it with me. Then I will be forgotten. No trace.

She was standing at the foot of a green hill beneath a brilliant blue sky. At the top of the hill there was a swingset. A figure was on one swing, swinging back and forth. There was joy in the swinging; a carefree happiness that drew her upward.

"Amore, acceso di virtù, sempre altro accese,
pur che la fiamma sua paresse fore."
"Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly."
Dante Alighieri, La Divina Commedia (The Divine Comedy), Purgatorio, Canto XXII

"Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness."
Dag Hammarskjöld, Swedish diplomat, former United Nations Secretary-General

“Who is it?”

Alexander knew straight away from the tone who the voice belonged to behind the rather worn wooden door. It puzzled him as to why they would choose to stay in such a low end part of London, and in this hotel none the less. But then, he supposed that it paid to keep a low profile, especially as Eli and Oskar where only twelve apiece. He cleared his throat, and noted it was unusually dry. He had skipped his usual feeding – for once – to come and see Eli, as bad as he knew that could be.

Oskar played with a chip of paint on the wall, poking it with his fingernail. He got a satisfying little tear as he pried it back from the wall. If he wanted, he could use his knife and do a quick job of it, but he didn't want to damage the paint too much. They weren't going to stay here very long, so he knew he couldn't make any noticeable changes to the apartment.