The White Lady

The light blacks out from the tower of Redhall Manor, once, twice, three times and I smile, slowly slipping out from beneath the blankets of my bed in the gate-house.

I pull on my simple white dress and best boots, lacing them up as quickly and quietly as I can before crouching down under the bed to pull out my tiny case, filled with my few precious belongings. Creeping across the room I lift my white linen cloak and bonnet from the hook by the door.

As I go to leave, my hand stills on the iron handle. I throw a glance over my shoulder at my sleeping family whom I am leaving behind, and sadness fills my entirety. I try to push it away and think only of the loving life I am to have with my beloved and our child, but I cannot do it without knowing that I will have something to remind me of home.

So I risk it.

On tiptoes, I creep across the floor to my sweet sister’s bedside. Her face is relaxed and body still in slumber. She barely stirs as I gently pull the ribbon from her plaited hair.

I look to my other side, to where my parents sleep soundly in their bed. Oblivious to me leaving, never to return.

At that thought, my heart aches.

As quick as I can, I tiptoe back to the door, collecting my case. I leave, not allowing myself a final look back. While I walk away from the gate house, from my family, from life as I know it, I only let one small, bittersweet tear roll down my cheek.

Dusk is now long past and it is only the light from the moon that allows me to cross glenhead field. To the south I can see the top of the tower of Redhall manor, peaking out above the darkened treetops. I cannot help but smile at the many fond memories made inside the manor that have led to this moment.

I lift my white petticoats above my ankles, as I begin to wander from the path and through the trees, over the tops of rocks and roots. I can hear the rush of the river nearby and I quicken my step, butterflies beginning to flutter in my belly. I clamber through the wood until I can see the meandering path of the river. I follow it’s banks to the top of the steep decline to where the river cascades down a waterfall and regains it’s flow through Aldfreck field.

I perch myself upon the large rock that, over the last months, has become my usual seat when we meet here. I stare, for the l...

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Lily Larkin
May 18 2020

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Comments:

Gripping! It made me go cold. I absolutely loved it.

Rod Webb
Jun 28 2020

Wow!
That was so well written. You had me captured in the first few lines. Well done!

Karen Loughridge
Jun 22 2020

A very powerful piece of writing which gives me the chills!

Paul Sterlini
Jun 20 2020

Well written and enjoyable story.

Tony Spencer
May 30 2020

I really enjoyed this and love your style of writing.

Tracy Windross
May 18 2020