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The River

Today was the first day, in fifteen years, that I set my foot through that front door again. I took my shoes off, they were muddy from the rain and dirt outside. My Grandmother hated shoes in the house especially dirty muddy shoes.

Oh how i wished, She was here today, giving me her famous hot chocolate, Granny's tasted like a warm cup of chocolate heaven, from the first sip to the last drop. And compared to the one that Charlie would make, just the thought of hers made my skin crawl, hers tasted like burnt boiled water, with a generous proportion of sugar.

I heard my name, so i followed the direction of the voice, which sound like it was coming from the backyard. So I followed to see what all the commotion was about. It was Charlie , whom was my best friend since, well since i can remember. I was always quite fond of her natural beauty, like her silky blond natural curls (which she hated of course), her baby blue eyes and let's not forget her slight dimples.Which made her quite the catch, but with her stuborness she would never consider it possible.

"Remember this?' Charlie said smiling at me and waving her hand in front of us.

And there it was my most favourite and beloved childhood memory. Lockwood River I certainly haven't seen it for awhile, but it certainly hasn't changed, like the way a large natural stream of fresh water flowing along a definite course

.Most children had, trampolines or a park or even nothing at all. But i had my own twist of a in ground swimming pool.

The river was in my Granny's yard, and she had no neighbours as her house was very spaced away from the other houses in the neighbourhood.

I loved spending my school holidays here.

When i begain High School, my parents died, which ment i would be an orphan. Well i would have been if my Grandmother hadn't taken me in and looked after me,I was also an only child.

I hadn't seen my Grandmother pass away, because I left home a few years ago, and up until a few days ago today. I got a dreaded phone call saying my Granny died due to a gun shot wound. Turns out when you go shopping one day, Shopping for Potato Bake it will be your last fatal moments of living. Because some asshole wants to start a massacre, and start shooting randomly at innocent people. Some people say he was heoric, i say he was just plain stupid.

I wish I could at least see her again, but when i was younger, she had told me, when she passes away, she would watch over me.

I guess she was the sparkling in the water.

I stopped, sighed "Wow!" The only word that managed to come out of my mouth. "yeah, wow C'mon" she said whilist dragging me to the end of the deck.

Charlie and I went for a swim and after about an hour she got out saying she was ganna make lunch. I insisted on staying in the water.

I was practising my floating skills, by laying on my back which felt like forever. Oh how i loved the warm sun soaking into my skin, and not worrying about a care in the world, because all my problems would simply disappear. Felt like sleeping, so i closed my eyes.

Before i knew it, it started raining. So I swam to the deck, where i left my clothes. I picked them up and as i was running towards the back door. I heard my name being called, thinking it was just Charlie, I ignored it. But then i heard it again, I stopped. Hang on a second, i know that familar voice, could it be?

I turned around and i saw my Granny standing there smiling. She was wearing what she had been buried in, her favourite purple nighting gown.

I'm not normally a emotional person and nor do i believe in ghosts. I couldn't believe what i was seeing before my very eyes. But i responded to the spirt like she was human and i was a emotional wreck.

"I told you, i would watch over you, Pumpkin" she said as she was smiling.

"I love you and i'm sorry i left, I was selfish. This would've never happened otherwise" i said as i was slowly appoarching her. She dissapeared with a blink of an eye .

I blew a kiss goodbye

"I miss you Granny" i said as i was crying and kneeling in the pouring rain.