❝ Elle avait besoin d'être.              
                Savuvée alors elle est
         devenue sa propre sauveuse ❞

         
   «--« She needed to be saved, so she. 
              became her own savior. «--«


1991. London, Brockenhurst.


"A letter for you madam" Conor smiled at me from the front door. Conor, a Irish guy, in his twenty. Now working for me for some days. I dont know what he is doing in London but he found me perfectly , he says he's a fan of my poems. I dont give him much salary, but he never seems to mind.

"Thank you , Conor" I said smiling at him, I took the letter from his hand and roamed my eyes on it.

From, Jenna Clare
Manchester, London

I smiled at the name, cause it was from my one and only daughter Jenna. I put the letter on the desk and said good bye to Conor.

1876 , When Telephone was Invented by Alexander Graham Bell and its 1991 but I didn't have a telephone or mobile anything cause I prefer silence over human voice. its been 5 year me living in this small town of London, away from Jenna , away from Manchester.

Brockenhurst , is a beautiful Village. Specially for 72 years old woman , who is soul searching.Humans and animals alike are drawn to this idyllic spot. On any given day you might catch a wild pony wandering down Brookley Road, or glimpse a deer in the woodland, or see donkeys grazing on the green, and if it’s been raining heavily, even find your route blocked by cows wandering through the flooded streets of the village. Plus, where else would you find a beach in the heart of a forest? Just out of town outside the Balmer Lawn Hotel, the small sandy Brockenhurst Beach, on the banks of the stream that runs through the heart of the village, is perfect Cornetto-scoffing territory. Neighbouring Beaulieu is an equally pretty spot which is home to Palace House, an imposing Thirteenth-Century pile, and the National Motor Museum.

I smiled lightly.

I opened the letter slowly , expecting it to be a one of Jenna's old scolding letters. "Why you dont stay with your family?" , "please mama get a phone, I'm worried about you" , "Why cant I visit more often ?" "you're a bad mommy" or "Are you good ?" "Should I come and get you from there ?" "How's the weather there ?" "You dont miss me right ?"    I sighed.


Mamma, You ever did a portrait painting of yours' ? by any chance nude portrait ! Omg , recently a panting got viral ,its by a French painter called Arthur Nicole something like that . And Mamma the model in this painting is just like you, in your twenties !!!!

You did modeling for nude painting ? I dont believe it. No one recognized the similarity till now. Everyone is praising the art. But I fear they will soon. Let me know if you recall doing something like that. And if thats you I want to know everything about this thing. Oh my God its unbelievable ! Okay Bye , take care.

It took everything to me not to passed away. Is it for real ? After 51 years it gone viral !?

"Oh God." I let out some air.

But how ? How that nude portrait gone viral ? that was safe with Arthur so how can it possible !?

Arthur Nicole , that name still sends  shivers down my spine. How strange a big part of life that once gave you every bit of happiness you can imagine , still manage to get lost in the dust of time.

Arthur, is the name which still gives me taste of passion ,taste of wildness, taste of freedom , taste of self love and taste of Love. Amour .

But I have to tell Jenna the truth.She deserve to know this. Its not that surprising I knew there will be someday when I have to share these precious gems of memories with someone. I sighed heavily .Then a lightning lit through my brain. I took a paper and a pen to write Jenna.

Dear, Jenna

I myself is shocked. But its true the model is no one but me. Viola Clare. By the name of the artist I can confirm.

Jenna I'm going to tell you every bit of the time that I never told anyone. My youth , my pleasures, my memories , my secrets , my Paris. But I will tell this to you by a book. Wish me luck my love for your mommy is going to write her first book .

Take care. Love you.

I  re -thought about my decision and my heart said do it while my brain stayed confused. 

But lord knows. I've quit listening to my brain after that train leaved the Paris station , 50 years ago.

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