It’s hues streamed forth in to the autumn dawn like prisms of
But life was not always so beautiful and warm, life was cold and
dark and it’s strands of colour could entwine and strangle the breathe from the
strongest valiant being.
Alison was such an individual, she had been blessed with a
fortitude of talents and had decided to support her community and use her God
given gifts to there greater potential. Alison was a fun loving and
compassionate person who always saw the best in everyone she met.
She could not believe the depravity of compassion in some people’s
However as a lamb led to the slaughter she was castigated and
defaced by all those she held the hand of faith out to.
This was the colour of red it’s shades of betrayal in the heat of
the summers passions, radiated around her like a blanket of confusion.
That summer Alison had unwittingly saved her local school from the
brink of disaster by organising a tremendous fundraising event, which was
extremely well attended by all of the great and the good in the community.
Alison was so successful, and in deed raised the funds for this floundering
school and was at that point was deemed the hero, when the school was saved by
That whole summer Alison was flooded with pride and illuminated
with all the colours of a dazzling rainbow’s hues.
She felt elevated with joy and also accepted at last by her
community as she had felt so alone and rejected by this village in the past.
As the shades of the summer drifted away into the dawn of autumn,
Alison suddenly saw a change in the villagers, they where no longer friendly or
supportive. Alison’s fears where aroused when she was informed of devastating
information that had been sent to every parent at the school.
The letter read as follows: While we are extremely grateful of Ms
Alison Black’s efforts of saving our school, we would like to inform you as
parents that she has made threats and scandalous remarks to certain individuals
at the school and indeed we believe she has stolen funds from the cause. We
will no longer be dealing with Ms Black and advise other members of the
community to be aware of her lack of truthfulness and honesty.
Alison was shattered as she read the letter, she agonised why had
she been so cruelly attacked in this way. What where these individuals motives,
why had she been defaced?
She felt rejected and defiled and desperately wanted to leave.
A few people in the community rallied to her appeals for support,
one being The Reverend Celestine Brown from the old village church and her
curate Evelyn Smith.
Celestine Brown was a large bubbly ebony skinned individual who
oozed compassion and love from every pore.
Evelyn Smith her curate was mousy with a dower demeanour although
rather illuminating and witty at times.
Celestine and Evelyn became a great source of comfort to Alison in
those dark days.
Alison was now held in her own personal hell: unsure, untrusting
denied and vilified for no crime; save only that of telling the truth and
She wondered who would bring justice had even God and her faith
drawn the colour from her moon and the heat from her sun.
Had hell been brought to earth so soon where it should be heaven,
where had all the angels gone had they been evacuated to a place of safety.
Alison called out from her pit of despair and the deep black hole
of pain, ‘why have my angels left me and why has God forsaken me’.
Her hands pressed into the creases in her black dress, as tears
rolled down her face and broke like shattering glass against her cheek.
The devastation of these people’s actions eroded the spirit of
community, people whom where once open and out going would hide behind a façade
of fear of retribution. Even those who where always so compassionate and kind
questioned her truthfulness.
The seasons ebbed away like leaves falling from the trees.
All the shades of autumn danced around the Alison in her darkness;
its shades illuminated the strands of hope she clung so passionately too.
The hope of divine retribution, the hope of truth and justice
finding its rightful resting place back in her community and in her life.
As the seasons changed from the heat of summer’s passions to
winter’s chill – the hole of pain in Alison’s heart which lay frozen by the
passing of time and the unforgiveness of those souls. Her heart slowed like the
fading darkness of a winter’s night, as she lay motionless in her darkness.
Alison had hoped for the healing of time but the sages of time were reeling her
in, ever drawing her into the abyss of the deep sleep.
Her heart shattered into a million frozen shards; punctuating the
air she breathed with reminders of the life she had dreamed and promised
herself so selflessly.
Time for Alison had now passed, life had let go and the pain
of unforgiveness by the community had drawn its final breath.
For life is a continuing circle of shades and hues of all seasons.
The Reverend Celestine Brown and Evelyn Smith had started to try
to intervene and organise individuals in the village. They had planned to hold
a village meeting to address this wrong. But know this had been put into
question after the untimely death of Alison Black. Even so the Reverend
Celestine Brown knew in her heart that this still had to be addressed and the
guilty parties had to be brought to justice for this was now not just a simple
case of victimisation but a murder case of the most depraved kind. For poor
Alison Black spent those last months of her life caught in a hellish prison of
self destruction brought upon by worthless individuals.
For months Alison had been trying to pick up the pieces and get
things back into place. Every time she built new alliances and thought the dust
had settled another part of the jigsaw would crumble away.
She felt lost and isolated, abandoned and confused and all though
the Reverend Celestine Brown was an ever watchful presence, Alison felt that
life was dealing her too many bum
Even when her daughter Millie had started at the school she tried
to blend in with the other mums but it always felt so futile. Millie was so
popular at school and all the kids wanted to be her friend, but Alison wondered
were she had been going wrong when it came to the mums?
Just when she thought life was rosy and friendships were beginning
to blossom, down came an icy wall of doubt. The mums had their little cleeks and
Alison no matter how hard she tried always became discarded like an old used
pair of pants.
In those last few weeks Alison had been really making an effort to
try and appease everyone, home, work and social life where all starting to
become a mangle of vivid colours. The pressures of life and daily survival were
starting to take their toll.
As the colours of the seasons changed from their bright hues to
the sombre shades of winter, Alison knew that she could take no more of this
winter night Alison had, had yet another quarrel with her estranged husband
Jack. Everywhere she turned there were doors being closed, the colour of blood
swirled around her as her head was filled with torrents of blinding rage. As
she looked into the blackness of the night she realised that she could not go
on any longer and that her only way back to those effervescent shades and hues
was to become a strand of the prism of
had taken Millie to her parents for a few days so that she could catch up with
chores at home, and sort out her life, as Jack was becoming such a mindless
As Alison lay on her bed in the darkness she wondered what would
happen to Millie, could she find the money she would need to leave the village
and Jack? Would life become brighter and sweeter if she could leave and start
Alison was so confused she adored Millie but was working so hard
already to keep a roof over their heads that she could see no way forward.
And there would be no way to find the money to leave the village
Hope turned to hopelessness and Alison felt tears of frustration
and the madness of carrying on all too frightening. The blackness of the night
pressed against her skin like ashes from a funeral pyre.
She knew that she had to stop thinking and decide her fate, time
had not been that great a healer, and all roads did not lead effortlessly to
It had started to snow outside and the blackness had been
punctuated by dots of white snow as it drifted slowly down like feathers
falling from the wings of angels.
Alison once again pondered where her own angels had gone, and then
started to sense the drawing in of life.
As she took the next and final pill all of the colours melted into
one and the seasons started to float away. As she drifted into the stillness
and opacity of the night she tried to fight to stay for her daughter Millie.
But it was too late.
At the funeral that winter’s day amidst the white snows, the church was packed
with so many people. There were Mums, strangers, friends and foes. Millie
clutched her father’s hand and screamed into the openness of the building in
For today there were no colours or hues, but only the shades
of blackness and sombreness of grey. The whole village became racked with
sorrow and guilt. People started to question themselves and even turned on each
other. Certain individuals in the village started to realise that Alison had
indeed left a huge hole in the structure of the village life.
You see it wasn’t until that day that everyone started to see how
much a part of all of their lives Alison had been. How much Alison had helped
the village to change over the years, and the great work she had done.
You know the saying “You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s
gone”, well this bell was tolling loud and clear to everyone.
Jack had also made a major realisation that the final factor in
the breakdown of his marriage had been the small-minded individuals in the
village, particularly people he had confided in throughout the
He had now taken full custody of Millie and after much soul
searching and deliberation he decided that it was time to move on, move on with
life and move out of the village. By the end of that week Jack had packed
everything, and that late winter he and Millie left this place for good. Jack
had decided to leave before the house had been sold and had found a new cottage
somewhere up the coast.
The Reverend Celestine Brown and her church community had passed
by to say their goodbyes’ to Jack and Millie. Celestine assured Jack that the
death of Alison would not be the end to the story and promised that those
guilty would be found and brought to justice if not by the hands of man but by
the hands of God. She said, “That time was a great healer”, and “that the sun
would shine once again in there lives soon”.
That day the sun had been shining, and as the light hit the
crystal heart pendant that Millie wore around her neck, prisms of rainbow light
radiated from it. Millie’s face was illuminated by an effervescent rainbow of
light in that late winter sun. She remembered her mother’s love of colour and
how full of sun her mother Alison had been. Jack and Millie were so close and
both Jack and Millie missed Alison’s great passion for them and life.
There were days when they grew so hateful with rage at how Alison had been
treated by the villagers that she had given so much to.
The years passed by after Alison Blacks death, very little had
changed in the village apart from people dying or leaving and new blood moving in.
Celestine Brown remained the vicar at the village church, but
Evelyn Smith had left the village shortly after the death of Alison Black.
Evelyn had decided that she could not live in a place of such
beauty that had a heart of blackness beating within. Evelyn now lived a short
distance from where Jack and Millie had moved to and met with them often.
Jack had made changes in how he lived his life and made sure he
had more time for Millie. Millie had settled in well at her new school and had
made countless numbers of new friends. Both Jack and Millie thought about
Alison often and had planted a tree in her memory. They visited the village and
Celestine occasionally but never missed being there or the icy memory the place
had scarred them with. And on the plaque at the foot of Alison’s tree were
“For life is a continuing circle of shades and hues of all
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