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A Grave Too Small
A Grave Too Small
A Grave Too Small
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Coming out of his reverie Olav, with tears in his eyes finally went down the steps to look at his poor misshapen daughter sprawled in a heap at the foot of the steps.

He went to the shed and picked up his shovel, paced back and forth in front of the house unmindful of the snow that was falling, covering him and the little house. Finally he went to the water's edge and looked at the river, but there was no comfort there either. At last he went to the small apple tree he planted that fall and started to dig a hole.

They found me under the apple tree.

I was lying on top of the patch of ground that wouldn't grow any flowers. Even though it was snowing, you could see where I tried to dig a hole with my bare hands.

I couldn't remember what happened, especially why I would be trying to dig a hole under the tree in winter.

Jim took me off to our new doctor in Delta on the south side of the Fraser River. He recommended bed rest. No Christmas hassle, just sleep.

The kids helped but they still needed direction and I couldn't hear from upstairs so I brought my quilt and pillow and settled myself on the living room couch. Everything was still heading towards a wonderful Christmas.

The next day dawned bright and sunny, it was a wonderful Christmas day. That was the end of bed rest; I got up and made buttermilk waffles, our special Christmas treat. Jim even made the coffee. The kids laughing and teasing set the breakfast table. The wonderful smell of Christmas coffee seeped into my nostrils as I sat at the kitchen table savoring a steaming cup of coffee when I happened to glance out the kitchen window.

There was a man digging under the apple tree. I got up and went out to the porch and called to him, he didn't listen. He just kept digging.

The kids found me outside.

Under the apple tree.

Again!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSheila Jecks
Release dateJul 19, 2012
ISBN9781476160801
A Grave Too Small
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Sheila Jecks

Sheila Jecks is a compulsive writer who specializes in stories that are weird, odd and a little off. The unusual has always intrigued her and found its way into her writing. Her other interests are genealogy, old graveyards and stories told by the pioneers who opened up Canada.

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    A Grave Too Small

    By Sheila S. Jecks

    Copyright 2012 Sheila S. Jecks

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    PROLOG

    The shadows in the damp churchyard, clutched at the weary little girl. She was so tired of waiting. But she knew she mustn’t give up.

    People came and went, they seemed to change and things weren’t familiar anymore.

    Few people looked at her now, and when they did, they turned and hurried away.

    I have to find someone to listen to me, please God, let someone pay attention to me soon, she prayed.

    Please God, please God…

    CHAPTER 1

    This is the perfect home, privacy in the middle of the urban sprawl, right on the water and no neighbours.

    It’s been three years now, since my husband Jim Fox and I and our three kids moved into this old heritage house at the foot of Gunderson’s Ravine.

    My name is Sara Fox; we were living in Vancouver, BC in a two bedroom apartment in the West End. We loved it there. It was close to everything. We could walk to the heart of Robson Strauss to shop, or ride our bikes to Stanley Park. We bought the unit when we were first married and had no intention of ever moving out of the hustle and bustle of the big city.

    But along came one small bundle of girl joy, and in quick succession two small boisterous boys.

    We knew we had to have more room. Three children under the age of ten in this small condo was chaos.

    I asked at work about a transfer to one of our subsidiaries in the Lower Fraser Valley but didn’t get it, but I did find a job in the small suburb of Annieville. It was on the south side of the Fraser River.

    Jim, my husband of fifteen years was a cog in the giant wheel of finance. He decided he wanted to branch out on his own and found office space more reasonable in New Westminster. He opened his new one man office shortly after our decision to move to the suburbs.

    So we started looking for acreage in the Fraser valley, somewhere in the Langley area would be fine.

    After looking at several properties, we decided country life was not for us, mostly because we couldn’t afford it. So now we were in trouble.

    My husband was already working in New Westminster and my new job in Annieville was starting in three months, our apartment had sold almost immediately and we had to be out in three months.

    I just knew life was going to end in three months, we were going to be living out of our car, and it wasn’t very big. I was starting to have stress attacks, but Jim just kept saying, never mind, it’ll all work out.

    Thank goodness our Real Estate Agent, Betty Solomon called one day and asked if we’d be interested in a heritage house on a half-acre of land by the Fraser River.

    We fell all over ourselves to say YES, we were more than interested. I had to hold the phone away from Jim; he was going to tell her we would take it sight unseen. It

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