A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
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Aghast, I peered at Eoin and saw his tiny hands reaching for my face. I turned to the<br />
blasphemous priest angrily.<br />
‘How can Eoin be a goblin? His eyes are blue and his skin is s<strong>of</strong>t. He is an angel!’ I<br />
exclaimed, my anger rising.<br />
‘No, he is a demon,’ the priest said lividly, ‘he must be destroyed. There are only three<br />
ways to break the spell. We must throw him in a boiling pot, cast him into fire or roast him<br />
upon a shovel! It is God’s will that the demon be cast out! Please you must believe the word <strong>of</strong><br />
God!’<br />
‘If he is a goblin with slimy skin, then why can I not feel it?’ I uttered coolly. ‘If he is a<br />
goblin and he curses like a sailor, then why can I not hear his swearing? You, sir, are asking me<br />
to doubt my own baby but I only doubt you.’<br />
‘I demand you to relinquish the demon!’ the priest bellowed standing up abruptly. ‘I will<br />
not have a child <strong>of</strong> the devil in this village. You hear me woman! You will not bring hell upon us<br />
all! Give me the Changeling now!’<br />
I stood up slowly holding Eoin tightly in my arms. My eyes narrowed as I spoke<br />
contemptuously.<br />
‘You dare come near my child, you unholy bastard, and I will cut you.’ I promised, my<br />
voice low. ‘Try to use him in your satanic sacrifices and I will kill you. Now get out <strong>of</strong> my<br />
house!’<br />
Cursing under his breath the vicious priest flew from the house. Carefully I placed Eoin<br />
in his crib and I charged at my husband.<br />
‘How dare you bring the devil into our house!’ I screamed, pounding my fists against his<br />
chest. ‘What is wrong with you? Why would you do this to our family? To Eoin and me? Do you<br />
hate us so much that you cannot see beyond satanic lies?’<br />
My husband bowed his head. ‘That is not it at all. I love you more than anything. I am<br />
sorry, I did not mean for things to go that way.’<br />
‘What did you expect?’ I screamed loudly, waking up Eoin. ‘Look what you have done<br />
now! Why did you have to ruin everything?’<br />
As I reached down to soothe Eoin, my husband began to leave the room. Just before he<br />
did he spoke in no more than a whisper.<br />
‘I’m sorry.’<br />
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