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Part Two – The Journey.
“Aunty Helena … Aunty Helena …”
Helena sat with her feet up against the side of the well, her open book lay on the floor beside a pair of tattered sandals, well worn and disguised by a layer of thick russet dust. She dozed in the intense midday heat, her body scarily accustomed to it as she dreamt of a small child she knew calling her name,
“Aunty … Aunty …”
“Angelica?”
Helena woke, confused, her eyes adjusting to the intense bright light as she fumbled on the floor beside where she sat in search of her shades,
“You fell asleep,” came the soft East African dialect of her workmate Sarah, as a small black child came running towards them both, calling out Helena’s name,
“Oof … Isaiah …” Helena spoke to the small boy softly as he began to crawl all over her, he thrust a scratty piece of paper beneath her nose as he babbled away in Swahili,
“He’s telling you that he did well in school today Mama Helena …” said Sarah softly, interpreting for the small child.
Helena smiled at him, acknowledging her praise, he ran to her with all his achievements since just weeks before she’d provided the money for him to return to school again ………
When she tired of the noise and dust in the city she took the passenger boat across the water and over to the quiet secluded beaches on one of the small offshore islands, spending her days lazily lying on pale white sands whilst fishermen went to work in tiny wooden boats amongst the shallow waters. Small children found her there, and came daily, begging for money and food as their mothers or sisters offered to braid her hair and sell her jewellery or henna tattoos.
Which was how she had met Sarah, the schoolteacher at the local primary school. Helena watched each day as she walked by the hotel along the beach on her way to work, returning in the afternoon just before the day became too hot to stand, her feet bare and her clothes shabby as she strolled across the sands. After a week or so of watching her go past each day Helena smiled, striking up a friendship that would open up her eyes to the real world beyond her hotel.
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i like how you wrote ‘lyrical breathing’, cuz that’s how your breathing sounds when you sleep also…hehehe…oh, and as for the hottie rumor, i said that you were beautiful, not hot…but to clear that up, you *are* both, so you’ll have to live with the public embarassment of being told thus. you’re also a beautifu writer, and i’m loving this story. and yes, i’m projecting all over the place, so my comment about bette’s appropriate actions in this scenerio stand–though i think you’ve written it far too well to worry about my gutter mind. and chill is goooood…chill is wonderful;) post when you can baby, this is great. xo
I don’t know what is gushing more. This story or helebette’s comments. The story is great. I’m sure helebette’s personal comments are also deserving.On a personal note. Back to Malaria concern and leaving the kids home. I am wrapping up a two week tour of Africa, specifically Senegal and South Africa, where I would not have let my kids miss the expereince and they are malaria drug free. Your description of the flight of school kids in Africa is so rich. I hope Helena spends all the money on charity work and remains there with blessing of the Peabody Foundation to do good work. That said PPS
helena really has a good heart too bad she mixed up with catherine. hope and tina find her and convince to come home. wonderful story it doeswn’t matter how short this story is, the story is amzing and i love the insight!
Well,well, well, I’m with Squirl, so Sofa is “hot” and “beautiful”-thanks for clearing that up HB! Sofa- loving this story! Great stuff here….. so let’s add “talented.” Helebette, I wished you wrote more Tibette , cuz even your comments are engrossing.. continue ladies!!!
OMG I LOVE THIS FIC!!!! I just LOVE how little Angelica is brought to life in this Fic. She bridges her Mom’s right now, and that can be a good thing until they get their heads out of their ass and just COMMUNICATE!!! I’ll never understand it. Why can’t people just reveal the story of their heart? It can make so many hard or difficult things so much easier. * sighs * Oh well…thank goodness in fan fiction, we can try to make it right..Right Sofa? RIGHT? LOL!!! I’m just loving Helebette’s comments to you. Too cute!
Recipe calls for more Helena. I like the way your writing Helena in this story so kind and sweet….hope Helena stays in Africa, she is much more appreciated there then in LA. Her so called friends don’t care about her just Alice.
really enjoyed the Africa commentary…PPS
I’m loving this story. Placing T and B in a whole new milieu is inspired and somehow you capture the relaxed feel of Dar es Salaam and how as our TB get more and more relaxed, their love for each other emerges effortlessly. Even Helena seems more wonderful under your kindly gaze– using her money to really help where it’s needed. Thank you.
There was a lot in this chapter that was quite lovely, really… right to the first of the comments as well. *ahem* As for Hels… I’m sure they’ll find her. I need more, sofa. Do post soon. Thanks
Lyrical storytelling never mind breathing. This is such an effortlessly engrossing story with amazing atmosphere.
Just read both chapters and what a captivating start! Love the journey’s premise of both finding Helena and perhaps B&T finding each other. So appreciative that you found time to write with that gruelling work week of yours. Thanks, sofa.
I think was one of your finest chapters…. really, really enjoyed it and am looking forward to more.
Your writing makes my heart go pitter patter. :-)
you make my heart go pitter patter*giggles and runs away*
ha! but it ain’t called AC here in that other north american village to the north of you funnyone…we don’t call it AC, because we resist the imperialism of you americaneseeees. speaking of resisting imperialism…*whispers*…reperations! reperations! goooo helena! give backeth that moneyth from whenceth it cameth! *laughs maniacally and runs awa with raised fistith*
HB, what about the other North Americans further to our south, where they would enjoy the effects of the climatizador? And you’re using a whole fist now? It was a mere thumb a couple of posts ago and that was enough to make Helena walk funny.
Sofa, I guess my comments about Tina catching something in Africa could seem harsh to those who actually like her. But I’m a Belena shipper all the way, and as I LOVE your other story “Just Us” I’m holding on to hope that you’ll have them hook up again! Great job.
It sounds like this trip has been very well planned (other than the possibility of not finding Helena), so I’m not too concerned about anybody’s health-unless they get too close to the hippos. I have the utmost confidence in Peggy to have lined up the necessary shots, bug repellent, and sun block (and I’m NOT a doc!). If not Tina may end up toast. Did I tell you about the time my shins turned purple from a mere hour and a half of springtime, partly cloudy, non-equatorial sun? They’re not allowed outside anymore. ANYWAY, as others have noted, it’s sweet the way the affection and appreciation is effortlessly easing it’s way back into Bette and Tina’s relationship; and Helena has been ennobled in her exile. But that air-con that relies on sporadic electicity? My dear, that’s called AC in Americanese. Tehehe! (Hey! I’ve got a reputation to uphold!)