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February 9, 2020

April Gale 31

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April Gale 31

April giggles at the sight of all that snow. An image of a boy with chubby cheeks comes into her mind. Has she known a boy with chubby cheeks? She shakes her head. There have not been that many children around at the farm. She had only one friend back there - James, the stable manager's son - but he was sent off to school and never came back. She remembers he had  always been too skinny to have any kind of cheeks.

She should have remember to wear gloves. The snow is freezing. Round and round, she adds more snow to the bits she is molding. Perhaps she will build a snowman. She had done it once with someone though she can't remember with whom. Now that she thinks about it, she doesn't quite remember her childhood at all. Had she been a good child? What is this strange memory she is experiencing?

She couldn't help herself. When she saw Vincent, her shoots up and the snowball fly toward him. He barely budges as it lands pass his shoulder.

April grabs more snow off the ground and presses them tighter. Someone, she doesn't know who, have taught her to build snowballs. She aims another at Vincent's right shoulder.

Vincent waves a hand and the snowball turns around and heads toward April. She dives to her left but the snowball hits her right shoulder. "Ou!"

Vincent laughs. "I apologize but that is what you get for your sudden attack."

April picks up more snow and balls them up tight and aims at his head just as he bends down to pick up some snow. It shoots past his back. She packs another snowball and aims again at his shoulder when he turns and it strike the center of his face instead."Ha!" She laughs but then she stops. It isn't fun when the opponent look so serious. Bits of snow slide down the side of his face. He wipes the rest away with the back of his hand.

Vincent retaliates by throwing a whole bunch of snowballs at her. She imagines them flying backward but only a few they did that. The rest slam into her. She picks up more snow and throws them at him without bothering to look where she is aiming. He seems to be doing the same thing. The image of the boy with the chubby cheeks appears again. She knows him or rather she knew him. His voice calls her name. Something large hit her and she falls to the ground. She touches the cold bundle of snow sliding down her head.

"April! Are you alright?" Vincent looks down on her. The image of the boy with chubby cheeks appears again, a transparent layer over Vincent's face. What is this? She blinks in successions. He does have her father's eyes. Why does Vincent have her father's eyes?

"Here." Vincent holds out a hand. She grasps it and he pulls her up but he does not let go. His eyes roam hers as if he is trying to read into her. April doesn't pull her hand away.

"Are you alright, April?" he asks again.

"Ye— Yes." She releases her hand from his and brushes snow off her coat.

"I am sorry about that. Allow me to escort you back to your room."

April's head throb but she nods.


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Josephine watches from the hall window in the West Wing. Below, she takes notes of the young man playing with April. She has not forgotten how her brother-in-law looked. This man, tall and graceful, is exactly like William. Especially when he smiles.

She looks up at the gray sky. What in heaven is happening here? Did Father know about Vincent? Of course he does. Mother often tells him all her visions and predictions. There is no way he does not know. She sighs and hopes this mess will be resolved somehow.

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    1. @ Christine: Hope? Yes, why not?

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  2. And the plot becomes even more complex. I am so looking forward to reading more.

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    1. @ Elephant's Child: It sounds complex but it isn't. I'm still working on this. I keep saying I hope to finish but I do hope to finish.

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  3. It seems April's memory has a few holes in it. Is Vincent her brother, who once had the chubby cheeks but is now grown up?

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    1. @ River: Your guess is correct. Am I spoiling anything by saying that? It will be obvious as the story nears its end.

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  4. Hmmm interesting. A nice undercurrent of menace too, perhaps?

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    1. @Greg: Menace? That has not occurred to me with these two characters but yes, I do say that humans tend to get a bit aggression when they're angered. Maybe there's menace there.

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