In The Hollow Of His Hand
Episode 33
The Castle
I had my eyes glued to the road all through the trip. It was a very smooth ride as the chauffeur was a well-experienced one. When I slowed through, I thought to myself – This must be it. We navigated past lots of securities, I felt like a celebrity.
Her home looked like one of those royal castles in movies.
Lots of menservants and maidservants were at the entrance to welcome Dianne or us.
“You’re welcome. May I take your backpack? Your guest room is set.” A maidservant said to me.
I was about to thank her when Dianne spoke.
“Oh no! She is my guest. You can take that to my room.”
“Alright” the maidservant responded and went in.
“You’re welcome to my humble abode.” Dianne said.
“There is nothing humbling about this home. This abode breathes elegance and royalty. You should see where I live.” I blurted out as I looked around.
“Okay, if you say so.” Dianne replied amidst chuckles.
The bedroom was something else. It was nothing like my bedroom at home. When I landed on the bed, I felt like I lay in a bag full of cotton wool.
“Get enough rest cos at dusk, I want to show you my favourite hideout. The view is… let me hold my piece; you’ll see it for yourself.” Dianne said.
“I look forward to that” I mumbled as I drifted off to dreamland.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…
Wow…this really got to me… thanks for such an amazing write up… Overwhelmed
Thank you Chris. I am ecstatic that you feel this way. I appreciate this feedback.