Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Part 7 Balloon (Work In Progress NaNoWriMo novel in progres- aka Lots of Typos.


Chapter six

 

Will opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again. His face confused for just a moment. Then he seemed to collect himself. He straightened his body.

“Cloud…? I am sorry General, but I have no idea what-“

“I found a copy of your disposition sir” the General said softly.

“My what?”

“From the incident. What you told the investigators.”

Will slowly walked the several steps back to the stool and sat down, his eyes on the General. “The disposition…? From..? But, no, that’s not possible. No copies, they were burned, I saw…” Will seemed to sink further into the stool ,but then quickly comeback up. “No. I will not call you a liar sir, but I sincerely doubt that you have anything like what you claim, and if you think you do, it is most certainly a fake. Now I think I have been most patient-“

“You remember Inspector Emerson?”

“Yes… I do. Do you know… Mr. Emerson?”

“Yes, that is I did. He died a few months ago.”

Will seemed shocked, he clearly had not heard the news. “I, I am sorry to hear that.”

“Yes, quiet a shock. Happened upon a break in, in his own house…” the general said, his voice getting quieter.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Two men, at least, the maid saw them run away, after they shot Emerson in the chest.”

“That is terrible news.” Will said softly.

“Yes. Seems like they were looking for something.”

“I see. Did, did they find anything?”

“I suspect not Mr. Cogwright, I think they were looking for this…” The general reached into his coat breast pocket and pulled out a small folded sheet of paper. Will’s eyes went wide.

“This, Mr. Cogwright, was given to me in an envelope by Emerson’s solicitor. It seems that Emerson left it to me in his will. In the event that anything should happen to him he wanted me to have it. Furthermore he left me instructions to read the document in the envelope.” The General’s voice was now very low. A silence hung in the air.

 

Will cleared his throat. “Did you?… read it?” he asked. The general nodded. Will put his hand to his forehead.

“Are they real…?” Liza asked, her voice breathless, “Did you really see-“

“I don’t know what I saw…” Will’s voice was small, he sounded defeated.

From across the room Mary made a small noise.

Then she burst out.

“I’m ever so sorry! But would anyone mind telling me what on earth is going on?”

All eyes turned to Mary and then back to Will, who was still hiding behind his hand.

Liza sighed. “It’s a long story, but it seems that what Grandfather was given was a confession, of sorts, by a young Mr. Cogwright about what happened-“

“Let me tell!” Will had dropped his hand and seemed taken aback by the sound of his own voice. “I ‘m sorry, but, please, let me tell. It is my story and I have never, ever told anyone what happened that terrible day. Well, no one after I talked to the inspector, that is.  And he told me he would never tell anyone either, least they lock him up as well as me. You see, Ms. Gosling, the story is too fantastic to be true. And sometimes I doubt myself even, but I swear, it is all true. Even, especially, the parts that seem untrue.”  

Will pulled himself back erect.

“I had been introduced to the art of flight by my father. I accompanied him on flights from as far back as I can remember. He taught me how to fly, but more importantly, how to navigate. The navigate using the sun and the stars. By the time I was 15 I was good, very good, at navigation. People actually began to hire me for flights. At first it was just friends of my father, but soon I was leading important expeditions. At 18 I was enrolled in his majesty’s air force. From time to time I still went on trips with my father, but they became fewer and fewer. He began to make solo journey. He would never tell me where he was going or what he saw. All I knew is that he felt like he was on the verge of an important breakthrough.

Then, when I was 21, he came crashing into my room one morning. He told me that he had finally found it. I had no idea what he was talking about of course, but I soon began to get a clearer picture. My father said he had found cities in the clouds. Floating cities with people in them, in the clouds.”

Mary put her hand up to her mouth to stifle a small gasp. Lize’s face had a wide smile plastered on it.

 

“Of course I did not believe a word of it. And I told him as much, I am ashamed to say. But he persisted.

Then one day he went off to explore his city in the clouds and… and he never came back.”

Will gave a deep sigh.

“Never came back. So, I decided that I would follow him, take the route he had mentioned, and see where is went and , possibly see what he saw. It was foolishness, of course, a wild goose chase. I could tell no one in the air force. But I did manage to get two of my closest friends to help me. The three of us would set out on a hot spring day to try and find the city in the clouds…”

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