How Enyd met Seesow

This the third chapter of Enyd’s story — it can be read on its own however takes you further where the preceding parts have left — find them here: part 1, part 2. Thanks for reading.

The overnight dream I had, was laden with images, pictures I knew, and ones I didn’t, did not know, nor was I able to place ‘m. Some days have this intricate tendency to become special from the start, from the first inhale when I woke up, I knew that day was gonna be one. Was it the light, the autumn Sun, shining over the flavescent trees, or was it just me, me being in an aura of relaxation, me on the know today there would be a “tenner” under my feet.

‘Enyd, breakfast time,’ my dad shouted up the stairs, ‘Jake, you too, get up.’
 ‘Yeah, yeah,’ my brother shouted down.
I didn’t react, but quickly put on my dressing gown, and my favorite woolen sweater, and as quickly as I could stepped down the stairs, whilst sliding with one arm on the handrail. I strolled into the kitchen, where my dad had prepared the table. It was a still life of harmonious symphony, bread, and butter; fruits and coffee or tea, the jellies of last summer added extra color.
 ‘Morning Enyd.’
A little grumpy as I always was this early, I only nodded, and climbed up my chair. ‘Dad,’ I said, ‘how late will you drop me off at grandmas?’
 ‘Round eleven, honey, did you pack your stuff yet?’
 ‘I’ll better check with mum.’
 ‘Than take a bite, and ask her if she still has time.’

They themselves were going on a four day trip. School was out this autumn week, and I looked forward staying over at grandmas. My brother Jake was staying over at a friend who lived nearby.
My mum came down and stroked my dad from his shoulders to his back. He was busy pressing oranges, and swiftly turned his head to kiss her on the cheek.
 ‘Our bags are almost packed, I picked your grey suit and blue shirt for the ceremony, the black suit needs to see the cleaners.’
 ‘Enyd wants to ask you …’
 ‘Can you check the things I picked mum? I got ‘m laying on my bed.’
 ‘Jake, get down, now,’ my dad said in his darkest voice.
 ‘After breakfast, sweet Enyd,’ she hadn’t called me such for long.
 ‘I can’t decide which dress I’ll bring, the one with dots, or the yellow one.’
 ‘Take your woolen brown one,’ it’s the one my grandma likes, besides it is getting colder, ‘the dotted and yellow one, they are too thin.’
 ‘But the brown one still feels so sturdy.’
 ‘And take some stockings, thick ones, your socks won’t do right now.’
 ‘I did.’

Jake finally came down, we all had breakfast, my brother was rejoicing he was gonna stay over at his friend Kevin, he nagged on me, me being younger, the little one, still having to go to grandma. It didn’t bother me, I loved being with her, at her place.
 ‘Jake, cut it out,’ my dad said.
 ‘So, Enyd, are you done?’
 ‘Yes, mum.’
 ‘Let’s have a look.’
We went up my room. I had made some nice piles of underwear, trousers, skirts and shirts, the dresses were still on their hangers.
 ‘Well, Enyd, only some socks you’ll need and your night gown, that old pajamas from Jake, you aren’t gonna wear at grandmas.’
She picked the blue one, the gown I didn’t like, and put my dresses back in the dresser. I put the bag onto my bed and together we packed.
 ‘So,’ she said, ‘set and done.’
 ‘My toothbrush.’
 ‘And your balm, don’t forget your medicine.’
 ‘No, I won’t.’

She left my room, I quickly went into the bathroom where the brush and ointment stood above the wash basin. As I returned, I sneaked my torn and blocked flannel pajamas in. I chose two books, my pencils and drawing block. Put my Sunday garment on, and rapidly fixed my hair into two tails with the red ribbon my grandma gave me for my birthday.
The sturdy dress made me look stiff, I still had to get used to such a look, and found in my box of treasures an old corsage, which colored with the ribbons, I put it in one of the pouches of my garment.

I was ready, ready to go to grandma.

Kevin and his parents shortly dropped by to pick my brother up. My dad did the dishes and I helped my mum carry down the bags and dads suit cover.

‘We’re all set,’ said my dad, he put on his overcoat and took the luggage down the cobbled staircase in front of the houses.
 ‘Put your raincoat on.’
I stepped through the door with my bag and walked towards the car. My mother quickly went to give notice to the neighbors, who were gonna water the plants. I sat at the back, my dad at the wheel as my mother stepped in.
 ‘You know what Desiree just told.’
 ‘No, I don’t, are we set?’
 ‘Ava and Peter, they’re gonna split.’
Ava and Peter lived in the third house of our row of seven.
 ‘No, I didn’t.’
 ‘Did you shut the gas off?’
 ‘Yes, I did.’
 ‘Just checking.’

Off we went, to grandma was an hour drive, I had my book, as I was reading time flew by. My mother kept on talking and speculating about the neighbors.

My father drove the Plymouth.

At Lyden there was a deviation, we made a short stop at the gas station there, my dad went to ask for alternate directions.
 ‘Well,’ he said, as he stepped back in, ‘we might as well have found a quicker route to grandma.’
 ‘I hope we won’t get lost,’ my mums sense of direction was never any good.
 ‘It’s really easy this one, Darlah,’ as he turned the car into the direction we had come from, and the second junction from Lyden took a right turn into the hillside.
 ‘Beautiful out here,’ my mum remarked while noticing the autumn colors on the trees.

Indeed we got more quickly to Bede on Dyre, Dyre being the lake where Bede lay next to. From the opposite direction we entered the small town, so we were in fact immediately at grandmas doorstep on the Fisherlane. As soon as my dad had parked the car, my grandma came to greet us, as she strolled over the garden path.
 ‘Well, my dear son, Darlah and Enyd, that’s quick, did you take the hillside road?’
 ‘We did, there was a deviation at Lyden,’ my mum replied.
 ‘Do you have time for coffee?’
 ‘No, mother, we still got a three hour drive ahead.’
 ‘That’s alright, I was just asking.’
 ‘Enyd, get your stuff,’ my mum said.
I put on my coat and grabbed my bag from the seat besides me.
 ‘Till friday,’ said my mum, while she kissed me on the forehead.
 ‘Be nice to grandma,’ were my dads words as he kneeled to give me a hug.
 ‘Well, Enyd, now it’s up to us, as we waved the travelers goodbye.

‘Did you make carrot cake, grandma?’
 ‘Accurate, Enyd dear, very accurate.’

We had tea and cake, grandmas cake. My room at grandmas house was on the west side. As the house was situated near the lake, the room I called mine, when I was staying over, overlooked the lake in splendid view. I put my bags down, and noticed by looking through the window, the old boathouse had gone. I had to ask.
 ‘Where’s the boathouse gone, grandma?’
 ‘It went up in smoke dear.’
 ‘A fire?’
 ‘The story goes old Dieter set it ablaze himself, for the insurance money, the fire brigade only recently researched the remains for larceny.’
 ‘What’s larceny?’
 ‘It’s deliberately setting fire to a place. The flames were skyhigh. It’s been devastating for Dieter.’
 ‘Why would he do a thing like that?’
 ‘The fishermen overfished the lake, it doesn’t any longer provide as much fish as it did. For long the fishermen have been struggling.’
 ‘Did he do it?’
 ‘I don’t think so, Dieter is too good of heart to do such a thing, but we never really know what drives people to do such dreadful things.’
 ‘It was such a beautiful boathouse.’
 ‘Indeed it was.’
 ‘Will he build a new one?’
 ‘I don’t know that either, Enyd, I can’t look into his purse, such buildings are expensive nowadays.’
 ‘Can I go take a look?’
 ‘There isn’t much left of it but smoldered beams and the stone foundation.’
 ‘Can I?’
 ‘Well, I suppose so, the ribbons to mark the investigation on the doomed spot have all been removed now, so I suppose you can.’

Along my legs, I suddenly felt a tail sweep by, it was grandmas cat.
 ‘Hello Bear.’
Bear fell towards one side, offered his belly to me, I dandled him, and he answered purring.
 ‘That’s a nice way to greet Enyd, Bear. I think he missed you, Enyd.’
 ‘Well, I think you’ll know where he might be at, the next days when you’re searching him grandma.’
 ‘I think I do,’ as she stroked my tails, ‘I think I do.’

Bear left my room and in the corridor he halted and looked back at me, grandmas black tomcat, with only a white speck between his front legs. 
‘I think he wants to show you something.’
 ‘Do you think so?’
 ‘You know I can read their minds, just as they can ours, just as you can his, dear Enyd.’
I giggled, she was right, indeed I could, only felt awkward following Bear so soon.
 ‘Well, go on,’ grandma strictly ordered.

Off we went, I quickly grabbed my sweater and followed Bear through the kitchen door, where he had used the hatch. Outside he had sat himself to groom a little, but just as sudden regained his pace as I had stepped out to join him. Through the grass and alongside the low brushes there was a tiny path on which I followed Bear. The path led, I knew, directly to the once boathouse, or what now remained of it. The stench of tar and burned paint still was predominant. Only pieces of the carcass were still left, even the sluice doors were damaged by the fire. Tools had been molten into awkward shaped objects, as if an artist had put his or her effort in it. It was a pile of rubble.

On what looked like an old cabbot, the door still recognizable, the hinges deformed, Bear sat himself and started meowing.
 ‘Meow,’ he yelled as if he called someone.
 ‘I can hear you Bear.’
 ‘That rhymes,’ said an unknown voice. A voice from beneath that what remained.
 ‘Bear?’ I asked.
 ‘Meow,’ was all he answered and stretched his front legs on the cabbot door, as if marking something. He took a step aside, by which the tiny door was now laid bare. I tried to open it, but only with my hands it didn’t work, on one corner of the cabbot some wood had been splintered off. There I tried again. No success. I needed something larger than me.

In the rubble I found a piece of pipe, and to my astonishment it fitted the damage, with only a slight push I lifted the door, which weighed heavier than it seemed light. The inside of the cabbot was partly intact. Some flames had entered, and smoldered about two thirds of what had been inside. But not all. There were some papers still, a glass, presumably for Dieters bitter. And there were some rags. Cloth touched by flames, partly burned, partly scorched.
 ‘You find me,’ said a soft voice, the same I had heard earlier.
 ‘What’s your name?’
 ‘That’s for you to decide, young lady.’
 ‘I’m Enyd, let me see.’
 ‘I don’t like, “let me”, sea I like.’
 ‘See I said, like look.’
 ‘See I said.’ 
 ‘I said see.’
 ‘See I said so.’
 ‘I said see, you said so.’
 ‘No, not Seeso.’
 ‘No, not Seeso.’
 ‘Let’s make it Seesow.’
 ‘I like Seesow.’
 ‘Me too.’

And off I went to grandma, with Bear alongside, we ran back, I carried the wounded Seesow, of whom was not much left but half a torso, half the legs and arms, half its head.



Next up, how Enyd and her grandma wash and stitch Seesow up, and give second life to Seesow’s being.

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