The Odd Collection: Poetry and short stories'
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The Odd Collection is a buffet of beauty. A magazine-like collection of poems and stories, observations and imaginations all woven with the same highly personal hand. Turner takes the reader from the fantasy of the afterlife to the hard coal face of Lancashire h
Samantha M Turner
Samantha Turner is a UK-based author and poet. A successful creator with her books featured in Waterstones, Forbes and other leading bookstores. Samantha has been featured on stage, and local radio and has held talks at writers' groups.
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The Odd Collection - Samantha M Turner
Silvanus
I was once a happy child who ran wild with grubby, bare feet through the bright green woodland. A carefree girl who lay amongst the scented lilac bluebells and heady wild garlic, I didn’t care if my long brown hair was tangle-free, or if my fingernails were clean. Now old age had finally caught up with me and I decided it was time to return to that lush woodland, one final time. As I was reaching the end of my life, there was no better place I could have chosen.
I had lived a long life, which even though had included some tragedy, had mostly been blessed with love and friendship. But now I was the only one left. When my husband Jack died that was the beginning of the end for me. We had met as teenagers; I was fifteen and he was nineteen and as soon as I was old enough, we were married. It had been just the two of us ever since and we had been very close. Of course, after Jack's death my friends tried to keep me occupied by rallying around, bringing me casseroles, and inviting me for lunch, but the sadness and emptiness inside me was all-consuming. Then, as days turned into years, one by one my friends also passed away, as our generation began to make way for the next. So why was I still alive and lingering on? I was eighty-seven years old with an aching body and an empty heart. I was just going through the motions of my daily routine. Talking to myself and sleeping most of the day. I felt disappointed each time I woke up.
The red-bricked Victorian townhouse that had once been alive with laughter and conversation, warmth and love slowly turned into a silent and draughty relic with nothing but memories reflecting from photographs, and mirrors that told lies. I would sit in Jack’s favourite armchair by the window, running my thumb over the sun-bleached fabric.
I remembered how Jack would absentmindedly trace the pink, flowery patterns of the embroidery on that chair with his old man fingers, and how he would reach out and take my own aged, mottled hands in his. The love between Jack and I remained strong and vibrant, it never faded like the fabric of the chair had.
What must the neighbours with their young children have thought of the old lady with the wild, white hair who watched them with envy from the gloomy window; probably they thought I was a bit eccentric and that’s why they never introduced themselves or asked how I was.
I was tired of living, but I dreaded death. What if I suffered when I stopped breathing? Would I be unconscious before then or would I be aware that my heart and lungs were failing? Would I panic? I wished there was some guarantee that I could’ve just fallen into blissful sleep and never woken up again. I was at the age where death became a constant wish and a constant fear. There was no