Free Burial of hearts the black widow's malice by N Parnham Page A

candle? How much will it cost? ”. I said with a trivial smile on my face.
    “Of
course, come this way; it is twenty coin. Now what colour(s) would you like? ”.
    Taking
a weighted wick, I dipped it firstly within a pot full of uncoloured honey wax,
then removing it, setting the wick aside for a short moment for it to harden.
Slowly I built up layers of colour, starting from green at the centre, to a
light pink on the outside; adding the odour of jasmine that would be released
as and when I chose to melt this hand-crafted candle.
    “That
will be two hundred and twenty coin please”. Mr Tinstern said, ushering me to
swiftly give him the coin, not releasing his grip on the container until I did.
    Handing
over the coin, I picked up the container, the weight of which was too much of a
challenge for myself, so Mr Tinstern helped me kindly, placing it within the
cart, next to the other items I had purchased.
    “Are
you ok Joshua? You look bored, I hope you will not disappear on me? ”.
    “No,
I will be fine, as long as you pay me the coin”. He said as he fiddled with his
petite fingers.
    “Let
us get some food, my treat”. I said as I heard his stomach starting to growl
like a wild pack of dogs.
    “May
we? Thank you; I have not eaten in days , well hours, but as mother says,
I am a growing lad”.
    There
was a small bakery close by; ‘ The Cut-Throat Buns’ it was called;
hopefully this was not literal .
    Smells
of endless varieties of food wafted through the air, now encouraging my stomach
to grumble as well. Glancing around the store, there were freshly baked pies,
sausages bursting with different herbs and spices, savoury lattices, oozing
with pleasant smells as they cooked, as well as many other delicious looking
treats. I chose a locally matured cheese pastry tart and a freshly brewed
barley tea; being somewhat indecisive, Joshua chose the same as me.
    Seating
ourselves outside in one of the unoccupied tables, we gorged on the
tarts; there were parts of the filling that had become caramelised (some would
say burnt) these were always my favourite, teeming with hearty flavours.
    “So…
young Joshua, what is it you do with yourself, are you at school? ”. I said as I picked up the remaining crumbs that had
landed upon my plate.
    “My
mother, she is poor and does not have enough coin to put me into school; I hope
one day I could be a great leader”. Looking down sighing, he continued to talk.
    “But…
my father left my mother when I came into the world, left us with debts and
quite a number of enemies; now he is dead. I do not think I will amount to
anything other than the cast away junk hoarder I am now”.
    “ Listen ,
everyone can be something, no one is meaningless. There may be people
who differ from you in personality, some people who you may even consider evil,
but even they should never be counted as meaningless; for all of us, no matter
how society places us, are special . You in your hands, hold the
key to your own destiny; no matter how hard the circumstances become, never give up on your dreams. A broken man is he who has lost of his dreams”. I said
whilst I held tightly onto his hand.
    “I
suppose, but not all dreams can come true; can my heart will my father
back? No it will not”.
     “Your
dreams should be for you , not for someone else; what you want in
life you cannot wish to come about by another; anyway let us continue”.
    I
ventured into many more shops after we ate, gathering all that I may possibly
need; some new clothing from the tailors, sea salts and soaps, a new dagger
from the blacksmiths, if I needed it at all; as well as a few furnishings to
lighten up my room.
    “Here
is your coin, wait here a moment, I am just going to get something for myself
to eat for supper”.
    I
paid for a jellied meat pie, along with some uncooked hognobbles to go along
with it.
    Turning
around, Joshua was running away, along with all the items in the cart; his legs
sweeping through the air with