Tom thought of his oldest son and his eyes stung.
Little Daniel nuzzled further into Tom’s leg as Tom held his son closer. Little Daniel flinched for a second before recognising his father and burying his head into the right leg of his pyjama bottoms. He put his arm around his youngest son and patted his shoulder. Not until life went on, or until life was okay or acceptable, but how long it was until it merely continued. He wondered groggily how many more sleepless nights there would be before life continued. Tom briefly wondered how many more episodes of night terrors that Little Daniel was going to have. His screams had abated, but he was letting out the soft and low moan of a trapped animal. Little Daniel was at the window, tears streaming down his hot and puffy face as he pounded on the window with his little pink palms. He flicked on the light by the bedside table and wandered across the floorboards that felt like ice under his old and calloused feet. Nothing seemed to matter since Jake had been stolen by the sea. Even after a year had passed, sleep still eluded him.Įven if he couldn’t for another sleep for another year, for another ten or even fifteen, it didn’t seem to matter. II.Ī voice screamed from the other room and Tom Hathaway sat up. Urban legends didn’t take your oldest son from you. Most folks dismissed it as an urban legend, but Tom always scoffed at them. Nothing was above an evil that rose from the depths of the water, when the moon was full, as the clock struck twelve. Nothing stood higher than the midnight wave. But oh, you could see it if you knew how to. Tom always saw it.Īt midnight, on the dot, the crystalline wave rose out of the sea.
Even with the beam of the lighthouse, you’d struggle to see it. And then beyond, to where the reckless and foolhardy would turn back. No, it was further than that, right out to where only the reckless and foolhardy would go. S., Jakarta, Indonesia, Germany, Australia, Canada and the Netherlands.Far beyond the Paulo Lighthouse, a tidal flow wound its way, in a hundred tiny aquatic arcs towards the bay. After selling on line for the past 5 years, I have sold 170 paintings in the U. All of my paintings are on canvas with oil paints, with the exception of one or two I have done on a wood board. The colors of the water and surroundings are so bright, I am constantly finding more to paint.
After selling for 5 years on line, I finally found my way to the Hawaiian Islands where I reside in Honolulu on the island of Oahu. Hence, the beautiful frames, Her husband makes these frames out of solid wood that he hand picks for her paintings. After meeting her true love, she moved to Maryland and started a cabinet making business and ran their business there for 11 years. She was born in New York and raised in Virginia on the east coast of the United States. Her paintings can be seen throughout the year at the Honolulu Country Club where her "One Woman Art Show" took place very successfully in September.
Mostly a self taught artist having painted her first painting 20 years ago by buying a canvas, paints and just painting away. Having lived there for over32 years, She never runs out of beautiful things to paint. for 40+ yrs JENNY LEE'S inspiration comes from the beautiful surroundings on the Island of Oahu. Now retired spending 100% of her time painting. Building custom homes on Maui and Oahu have inspired Jenny Lee to paint beautiful works of art to adorn these homes. Painter, fashion and home designer, home builder and developer. Jenny Lee was born in New York and moved to Hawaii in 1983 where inspiration was found everywhere.
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