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The Widows Blade Excerpt

the widows blade excerpt

The Widows Blade Excerpt

This is a work in progress titled, The Widows Blade.

It was only three months after their second son, who they named Matthew, was born that Kathleen’s husband was given a tour of duty in Afghanistan. The tour was to last twelve months. Kathleen was devastated. She was now to be on her own with the two boys for an entire year. She had been aware that this could happen but never in a million years thought that it actually would.

Somehow, though, she managed to get into a routine of getting Ben to school, Matt to Child Care, do her own job as a teacher, collect both children from the after school care facility and cook, clean and maintain a decent household. She really did not have any time to worry about her husband, But she was overjoyed when his tour of duty was finished and he was back home where he belonged. She was now guaranteed to have him by her side for a year, possibly, hopefully, more.

Kathleen’s husband was given a second, and then a third tour of duty in Afghanistan. They both knew that no-one ever did more than three tours and were even slightly pleased with this last posting because that would nearly take Matthew to the end of his ten-year contract. She and the children all waved goodbye to him happy in the knowledge that this would be his last time away from home.

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Mother Love


Fifteen minutes has passed

The sun is streaming through the window

Warming her face

The brightness of it pains her eyes

She looks away


Noise outside the window

Droplets of water that formed on the leaves

Now become rivulets on the central pathway

Travelling to the leaf tip and dropping

Splashing into the gathered puddles on the ground


Small birds flitting through the branches

Slaking their thirst with the freshly fallen life

Now chirping announcing their presence

For those who would listen


She turns to the sweet melodic sounds

Unable to see from where she lay

Kicks with delight making her own sounds

Still dazzled by the light there are shapes

Shapes and shadows on the reflective pane


Oh if she could make them out

A familiar sound approaches

She giggles and in her happy oblivion

The absence of knowledge blissful


Fifteen minutes had passed

Since she was placed here

Since the first drops of the summer shower

Driven to hit the window by the wind

Entertaining her eager mind


The large shadowy shape is here

There is a familiar pleasant scent

She burbles with pleasure at the touch

She floats effortlessly upward

Grasping the cloth in her tiny hand

She nestles in the bosom of her mother

© Hamish McKenna

Read The Widows Blade Chapter One Scene 1