Be Still My Banshee Heart

Broken

Love sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable.....

Prologue

She stood there as she did every night and wept, no ordinary cry, a cry of complete heartbreak.

Why here, she never understood, why this place, this wasn't where it happened, this was a place of beauty.

The gentle flow of the river, soft, lush, green grass which stretched for miles, old oaks caressed the night sky, why was she drawn here each night to feel such pain .

Trembling she stared at the night sky, tired so tired she begged the lord for mercy she knew would not come, for she knew she would be here again the next night as she had been every night for what felt like an eternity

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Chapter 1

Samuel walked into his newly acquired cottage an hour late to be greeted by a pair of sad brown eyes.

"Aww come on Jess don't look at me like that now how am I supposed to fix this place if I don't work?" and lord knows he thought looking round the room this place needs fixing.

He caught his Ma's eyes staring at him from the portrait hanging above the old stone fireplace his Pa had built thirty years ago or so. His Pa was a big bear of an Irish man who had passed on to a better place, or so Ma had said, some fifteen years gone.

Ma had recently joined him leaving Samuel sole owner of one much in need of fixing cottage and a couple of acres or so of land in sleepy County Westmeath, Southern Ireland. "Sorry Ma," Samuel whispered avoiding his Ma's disapproving gaze, "I know, I know its just in need of a little TLC."

Samuel swore he could hear his Pa laughing as he used to when he rose his Ma's temper. He loved his Ma , may she rest in peace, but boy did she have temper.

Jess whined, ah yes cottage comes complete with tenant, one overweight chocolate Labrador.

His Ma bless her heart was fond of cooking, it appeared Jess was more than happy to help with the eating.

Samuel glanced at the old cuckoo clock hanging above the floral couch which was adorned with frilly arm covers, 9.10pm, lord but it was getting late. Thanks to his cousin shamis's fondness of the drink, and inability to recover next morning, start times where getting later which meant so were finish times.

Samuel had not been back home in Ireland long only a month or so having left for England, his mothers homeland, where she used to say his Pa wooed her whilst staring at him lovingly, ah but I couldn't resist such a fine figure of an English women his dad would reply.

Samuel had left twelve years ago at the ripe old age of twenty one. Not that he didn't love his homeland, he did, but lord was it quiet not much work about either. But for now he was home, helping out with cousin shamis's newest building and maintenance venture whilst taking care of overweight Jess and fixing up, no sorry, he thought glancing at his Ma, applying a little TLC to the cottage.

He was still unsure what he was going to do with the place, he didn't think he would be able to stay here long.

Shamis had mentioned property prices were rising, lot of development going on. The stressed people of busy Dublin wanted a quiet place to retreat to.

Samuel's eyes traveled from the floral couch to the floral carpet to the lord but what was on the walls anyway, was that little forest creatures.

He felt the familiar throb beginning in his right temple the one he often got when in the cottage and again swore he heard his Pa laugh. "Your going to rise your Ma's temper if your not careful," he heard him say.