Jaywick Beach
Aurélie Asseo
Lily Anne Sander had a look at herself in the mirror, she was happy with the new dress she had just bought even if it was cheap white lace work it would make her happy. Here she was, brushing her long blond hair thick down to her shoulders. She had left her menorah on the table. She had put lip balm on her round and sensual lips, powdered her cheeks and her slightly arched nose and her dimples and made up her gigantic, big blue eyes, almond shaped. She had just braided her hair on the sides, it was beautiful. She had never been too tall nor too short. Above all she was happy because she had just lost weight, at thirty-four she may have looked twenty-five for some, then it did not matter, her youthful complexion made her look lovely. She lived in London in a house, which was a duplex, in a place called stanhope mews, her house was a little aside and surrounded by plane trees and a cozy light. Lily Anne was listening to her favorite album “Summertime “by the Sundays, the song she was listening to was titled “gone”
Her best friend was Alma, a woman whose father was Argentinian. Alma was about to ring at Lily Anne’s door and as the bell rang, Lily Anne ran to her friend.
“Hello, my dear” said Lily Anne joyfully, fondling her friend’s long dark hair.
“Hello lovely “replied Alma with lively hazel-colored eyes “Let’s have a stroll in Hyde Park and find some seashore?
“Seashore, where?” asked Lily Anne.
“I don’t know yet, let’s meet Gerry O’Hara”
“You want to meet film maker Gerry O’Hara and make a film, is this what you want?” She asked her friend
“Yes exactly” replied Alma.
“Listen honey” said Lily Anne “The man passed away long ago however I have a friend doing a bachelor’s degree in cinema and he is very good, his name is Edward James Makowski, “do you want me to call him then, he loves Gerry O’Hara and David Oliver Selznick as filmmakers he wrote his thesis on them.
“Come in, take a seat, let's have some tea and then I call Edward, Ed he is called”. Alma stepped in, took of her black coat she looked at Lily Anne’s nice kitchen, she had decorated he walls with paintings of trees and green leaves
She took a zip of tea Lily Anne had just made and heard her friend talking on the phone
“Hi Ed, Lily Anne speaking, Alma is with me, and she may be interested in some of your shootings, do you think you could come over in a while?” she said
“I have to check my schedule; do you have a script already?” he asked.
“Well, no, but we could write it on the spot, we’re looking for a seashore.
“We could go to Jaywick beach, Clacton on sea,” said Ed.
“Yes, why not, replied to Lily Anne”
Forty minute later Ed arrived. Alma found him handsome and yes, he was, above forty, blond, sagacious and cheerful and slightly quizzical at the same time. The man who was born in London was indeed of Danish, Dutch and Russian background. He told both women that sometimes Danes and Dutch did not get along, but the result (himself) was not too bad- he probably talked of his own folks.
“First, guys, Ed, let's introduce each other. Alma, you start” started Ed
“OK well my name is Alma Abarbanel, I am 34, I was born here in London my father is Jason Abarbanel he was born in Argentina and came to London he is a marine biologist. My mother is Fanny Scott, she is English, she was born in Yorkshire and married my dad in London. She is a journalist and photographer for a magazine titled English Garden. I am a website designer and I help my mum; my parents are divorced; I am not married. I am Lily Ann ‘s cousin and best friend, “she said.
“My name is Lily-Anne sander, I’m 34 I was born in London both my parents are British, my father is Isaac Sander and my mother Ruth Reznik, my father is a tailor, and my mother is a hairstylist, I am nothing but dweller studying literature I have one brother Jared he is a sprint runner he is forty and a younger sister Alyssa who is into professional gymnastics, I’m not married And my grandmother Rachel Reznik is Fanny Scott ‘s mother, Alma and are cousins and as thick as thieves” Replied Lily Anne smiling to her friend snidely .
“Ok, my name is Ed James Makowski, both my parents were born in Holland and came to London. My father is Russian and Dutch, and my mother is Danish. I speak French, Russian, Flemish, English and Danish and I teach languages, I also study cinema and shout films. I am forty-eight”
“Is there anything we can talk about for a film script? “Asked Alma
“Why not try to adapt a novel? “Said Lily Ann turning to Alma blushing
“A pair of blue eyes by Thomas hardy «mumbled Alma
“What an excellent idea” replied Lily Anne Sander joyfully
“Well Ed you’ll be Stephen Smith and shooting, I’ll be Elfride Swancourt and… Alma, who will you be? “She asked in a posh voice
“Henry Knight “completed Alma downcast.
Ed and Lily-Anne started flirting in front of her and Alma started talking to herself twiddling her long Pocahontas ’hair “I am just a ghost as always, I am asked to hush, I a m hushed «she noticed Ed started giving a smog to Lily Anne, kissing her lips
“Lily Anne, don’t do it please, you had promised me not to do it again please «she said in a broken voice
“Go your own way if you don’t like it “replied Lily- Anne
“Ok madame, I’m sorry to say so but ... maybe I should leave you madame Machiavell and boyfriend Machiavell” said Alma in a sulky and guileless voice.
Lily Anne left Ed's lips in a sweep.
“Love of my life don’t take it bad; you know it’s rootless “she said to Alma in a motherly voice.
“I am rootless, what mess are you talking about? “Said Ed
“Nope honey you’re our tree “replied Lily-Anne “ Almama dear come in and wet your lips, we need your words to start writing our script.
“I’m coming “said Alma in a youthful and reassured voice
Lily Anne grabbed her friend by her weight and helped her sit down
“I’ll do it too” she said reaching Ed mouth and kissing him widely
“Stop it Machiavel” said Lily Anne bursting into laughter while giving Alma a very long kiss on her lips then kissing Edward back.
“I won the kiss ball game, «said Lily Anne.
“No, I did “said Edward, then kissing both the girls.
“Aren’t we supposed to write a script for a movie» said Alma sulkily grumbling.
“I think we do” replied Ed.
“I’ll start, “said Alma
“I’ll play a woman named Isabella, she is Henry knight ‘s wife and so she is bored with her husband who’s some sort of an authoritarian monarch and meet Stephen Smith and Elfride Swancourt and cheats on her husband,“said Alma
“Cheat on with who? “Asked Lily- Anne
“With both “said she, “she cheats on knights with both.
Chapter II
Alma, Ed and Lily Anne were thus on the train to Jaywick beach. Comfortably sitting on a couch, Alma could not feel happier- She has had a soft spot for Lily Anne ever since and now she felt she was also falling in love with Edward James Makowski- She looked at him on this very English train. A soft sun had pierced the windows across. and dark green curtains were half pulled. The man was doing a sort of crossword – he pulled his head up, we could see his mop of blond hair and two discerning blue eyes looking up straight into Alma blushing again then. She found the man was bewitchingly attractive and started wondering if she was the only woman or even the only friend (he had quite a lot of male friends, were all his gay friends in love with him too?) who feel this way about him, and it was her fancies or if he was naturally bewitchingly handsome, she was not crazy was she?
“What are you doing Edward “she asked
“A special crossword” He replied
“Why so special?” she asked
“It is special because it's in the inuit language, only the inuits have several words to describe the same thing the word I found here is” kaneq” which means snow”
“Very interesting “she replied “I know my grandfather Jacob Abrabanel spoke a language of the Natives beside Hebrew, but I have no idea what it was, maybe Navarro”
“Maybe you should inquire,” said Ed
“Maybe I will do it one day, Ed, '' she added “I think I am in lo…
Lily Anne interrupted them
“Guys, train breaks by a tearoom for ten minutes, do you want to go?”
“Yes” her friends replied.
The tearoom was small, a sort of drive in, they just had time to pick up some food and drinks and sat back in the train- Alma sat next to Edward before Lily noticed and as Alma arrived, Edward said:
“Hum, I hope you have sorted it out or…”
Lily Anne feigned to notice and did not reply to Edward, Alma had a crooked smile she tried to hide. Alma put her head on Edward’s shoulder; she felt happy he did not push her back as Lily Anne feigned not to notice. As the train pulled away again Alma was listening to the chugging sound of the train on rails. Alma did not know what to do, or to lose grip and or falling asleep, she chose to fall asleep. She had a strange dream where she saw Lily Anne grabbing her purse and ripping her ID and replacing it with another card. As she woke up her card was the same. “weird dream “she said to herself she gave Edward a long reciprocated kiss, Lily Anne kissed Alma too and rumpled her dress- “I think we all three will be thick and thieves and raise our kids together won’t we”She said
“Might “replied Lily Anne.
I think we have arrived “she said as they saw Jaywick beach and the small holliday household, they stepped down the train, it had started raining and a small thunder could be seen on the horizon.
“
“Edward, do you have your camera and material “?
“ Yes I do“ the man replied.
“OK so you start with Alma, I’ll film and then we reverse” she said
“Fine “he said
“I wonder what our dear Isabella will do which such a difficult husband as Henry knight, I think she will be very unhappy if she does not leave him “
Alma replied
“Hello Mr. Smith, hello Ms. Swan court - I have planned to leave Henry knight’s mansion I have already written him a letter conveying my deepest thoughts
And as they had written their short play they had adapted from Thomas Hardy’s pair of blue eyes they shot and played meticulously for two hours. Their adaptation was romantic and brilliant, they just were happy. They decided to rent a hut to stay for the night. Alma felt she had to tell Edward she was in love with him.
She took him apart in one of the bedrooms and she told him what she felt.He fell under her charm and decided to let it go as they started kissing and making love, Lily Anne entered and took part in the carnal rapture with both Alma and Ed, both women became pregnant that day. Rain was dripping on the leaves of trees. And two children will have to be born from this exquisite moment. Then only nine months later, strangely enough the same day.A lot of things happened in between. Edward wanted to sell their play under his name Edward James Makowski. He told his loving wives he knew this was going to be more successful commercially. Alma disagreed strongly and so did Lily Anne, they found it selfish and discrediting. They finally decided to publish the play under the name Maximilian Molk which was a fictional pen name they had chosen. So the play’s copies went on like this : A pair of blue eyes at the theater freely adapted from a pair of blue eyes by Thomas Hardy author : Max Molk.
Sarah Bergeman was born here in this summer garden in St-Petersbourg,Russia.the woman looked beautiful in her forties. The woman had now wished to recall a story which happened to her when she was twenty-five, a younger woman of twenty-one had fallen in love with her. Sarah had been trying to understand what her friend had been through with these feelings of love she felt for her. Sarah Orlova Bergeman was lucky enough to have been born in this wonderful and generous summer garden in the vicinity of St-Petersburg’s Garden, which was wide and very green with at least two sets of different colours in the grass.
There were many lights in the garden and many sensual dreams.The trees were majestuous and there were a number of them: apple trees and birch trees and nut trees.The Bergemans’ mansion was vast and surrounded with climbing roses . In the middle of the garden were small ponds and a lot of other flowers.Near the fountain and the Greek statues poetry was often read .
Sarah stood there in a long silky dress. Her hair was long, frizzy and her eyes were blue. Her skin was as fair as white dunes of sand.
She had a boyfriend named Gregory Wilde, an Englishman who lived just near her.
The younger woman who was in love with her was Swiss. Her name was Delilah Snyder Snake. She had two big brown eyes and long wavy hair. She was like the petals of a rose.
Delilah had come to Russia because she was passionately interested in Russian summer gardens here in Saint Petersburg- she had wanted to become a gardener just for that indeed she was very much qualified for the job she was doing.
Dana Lee was born on April 16, 1986, in the town of Salisbury in England in the county of Wiltshire.
Her family and herself lived in a magnificent house with flowered window sills in this beautiful English village in which the sky shone with a thousand lights as if sifted by the glares of a discreet sun, the horizon always mixed with the coastal mists and the gigs of thunderstorms.
The young woman enjoyed taking pleasant strolls along cobalt-coloured cliffs by the sea every afternoon in Spring.As she was in gap year, Dana had chosen to take some free time during her bachelor’s degree studies in art history which she was doing at a school in London. From then on, she had decided to take a walk by the waterside in Salisbury and explore the fairy world.
The fairy world or the “Sidh” of the Celtic world was her chosen subject for her studies thesis. Moreover, she was convinced that she had frequented it regularly for some time, except that it was quite difficult to prove to ordinary people because these moments were unfolded in untimely times that she herself did not understand, she was taken by surprise and the ground gave way under her feet just like in “Time bandits” or “Denver, the last dinosaur”.
And as she had talked about it to her parents Maureen and Jon Lee and to her brother Thomas, they all had told her they thought she might have been dreaming or that she was a little sensitive-because -they usually replied- as we all know it: the world of fairies exists in the Western imagination and particularly in Celtic traditions but as its name suggests it this is a fairy world and therefore, for them it was more spiritual than concrete, or down to earth, however for Dana it was both concrete and ethereal.
Well, it would have been perfect if Dana used these beliefs that she had for her studies of art history exclusively.
However, as she was doing so well in drawing these beautiful paintings and these illustrations of fairies and flowers in the manner of Cicely Mary Barker. There were so many things of extraordinary importance to Dana Lee.
Not only did she know that training her basic notions of Gaelic languages and Old English was a good thing, but she also knew enough Scandinavian to translate texts for children. Her Irish was bright enough for her to adapt tales From Alfred Perceval Graves. And her knowledge of Hebrew was sufficient for her to translate the first page of the Genesis.
All those things which might have seemed only to be a poetic training for some or a spiritual quest for others were magical to Dana Lee: She regularly frequented the fairy world. Today as she was thirty-five years old and therefore had ended up getting used to those fantastic and unusual encounters that were her regular conversations with Lady Morrigan La fée(she was a woman with big auburn curls ten years her senior, quite pretty but a little bit nutty who would run after Monsieur Dulac and scream with a huge Welsh accent and practice archery, she had black stockings, icy brown eyes and a very showy and pretty plum lipstick) and many champions - She was somehow passionate about this secret world.
La Fée for example had now got into the habit of sending her regularly on a mission to watch over the fairy people (young bard Ossian and Golden headed Niamh) but above all to act as a detective for Dulac. Dana had to go and see if Sir Dulac was cheating on Lady Morrigan by filtering his letters. Dana might have told her every year for about fifteen years ``this man is really not worth it" her friend had never believed her and fell back into meanders
Dana was a beautiful woman with a lot of charm
She was elegantly slendered while average tall. She had taken the habit of dressing herself with fine and costly boutique clothes especially with refined linen and fair laced clothes as well as with soft and beige, pastel and rose clothing. She had large hips and a very thin waist and round breasts. She sometimes wore coiled embroideries of gold tones and burgundy tops with long sleeves and white shoes and heels. She wore light pink lipstick and pearly gold eyes shadow- she would put light -salmon coloured powder on her cheeks and smelt of sea salt spray or sometimes sweet green tea scent. She had amazing green and brown cat eyes- two expressive thin almonds, as well as a gigantic stream of curly hair way very long way down her back, hazel and blond. She had a thin face, a high and small chin, and a thin forehead.
Her brows were fair and arched. Her nose was small although very slightly arched and dotted the woman's face’s character which went along with her thoughtful look, Intelligent smile and laid, patient speech as well as everything she was suited for her clever personality and caring attitude.
She was sensitive and sometimes went back to herself as and hermit would refugee himself from the outside world, back to books, mysticism and cleverness, hidden sensuality-I Indeed this is how she was half of the time, six months a year maybe?
She was also entrepreneurial, added to the fact she was loved, she had taken leadership in the fairy world she had inherited and had been given the tasks of a queen.
Dana Lee was born to Maureen Lothian, a Scottish national who originated from Orkney near the Faroe Islands and to Jon Lee,(Lee-Rosenberg) a Faroe Island 's native of Anglo – Danish, Irish and Slavic(including Jewish -Ashkenazi descent, her father's mother's name was Rosenberg-Pedersen)
Dana travelled regularly to Orkney and the Faroe islands, to see her grand-parents and she enjoyed seeing the green wild cliffs the ice and the frost in October gleaming lights, David and Gina Lee, her grand-parents lived near Skansin , on the Faroe islands, close to a lighthouse with a red roof. The landscape was particularly breathtaking; wild and agreeable, she felt home. Dana felt worried about one thing however- if the island was a place she cherished – the Sidh , the world of fairies where she met Morrigan La Fée , Sir Dulac Young bard Ossian (who had been a boyfriend for some times) and Golden headed Niamh – She loved Ossian but she was in love with Niahm and sometimes Ossian abused her, he strangely enough appeared to be a jealous man and would lock her away from Niahm who cried too and did not know what to do either when tears were so violently bursting.
Dana was tired of Ossian Lee's impishness (who was indeed a distant cousin)as he tried to pull Niahm away all the time and told her not to see Dana- Niahm was frightened by this controlling behaviour - too- Girls would escape and meet during weekends
one weekend out of two. Dana feared Ossian had influenced her over her perception of her, she hated when her friend looked her impetuously and would mumble things in French (she was half French, half Irish) and tell her to leave the room, becoming cold and distant with her two enormous sea -eyes and blond locks , like being in frost.
Dana had become bold and felt outraged by the situation, especially towards Ossian, she had mixed feelings of hurt and sadness and fear and revolt.
Chapter 2
This day she had entered a bakery, an excellent one, with sheeny cakes, strawberries and creams, what a magnificent, resolute, lively showcase, oh yeah,me remaining alive , will I eat them all! She thought twice looking at her thin belly and the tea room’s vintage ticking clock “tik tok tik tok tik tok”
his day she had entered a bakery, an excellent one, with sheeny cakes, cherries and creams, what a magnificent, resolute, lively showcase, oh yeah,me remaining alive , will I eat them all! She thought twice looking at her thin belly and the tea room’s vintage ticking clock “tik tok tik tok tik tok” no, I want to , I want to, stay thin, even thinner -Dana told herself. She finally opted for a basket of cherries, a small one ,and black coffee.She was leaving as she had just seen "Borman pastries" written in bold she shivered in frights and run away- She remembered having flashbacks but she could not have the exact recollection: Wasn't Borman a nazi ? I cannot remember ! She had just eaten the cherries filled with ham she did not even know what ham it was! Why did she forget she should not have gone there- she may have been told once by grandma Gina Lee born Rosenberg-Pederson who married her distant cousin David Lee, Dana's own and beloved grandfather and she was spending time with them these very days since ) or her teacher but at the time she was not older than thirteen years-old and with time flying she had forgotten, because her mind was preocupied with Niahm and Ossian and with university generally (beyond everyday's small turmoils she had been globally feeling innerly secure like most people, she felt secured and at peace, then she had forgotten of these hints , completely forgotten of them) and it was too late she had eaten the cherries before remembering she had forgotten who was Borman.
She turned to the counter and saw a Jewish man (he had kept hastily a kipa ) with a missing leg:
"hello" he told Dana, Im Jacob Lee Rosenberg-Pederson, im your uncle but you had never met me before, I was born to David and Gina in 1970- five years before Jon lee your father but I had to live to San Fransisco and we never met before today- I'm American."
“Thank you uncle Jacob, tell me what happened to, to your leg?.”
She asked.
“Borman Junior is a psychopath he cut my leg with an axe because I had an affair with his wife, he used to employ me but now he did me in, can I leave with you to the Farroe Islands ?and you’ll never come back to Berlin again (Indeed Dana after a rien with Niahm and Ossian had left the place for two days ten days after she had arrived to Sanskin)
“Yes come with us , with Grandpa, grandma , Ossian and Niahm, but you’ll to know Im engaged by Morrigane La Fee with a mission in the Fairy world “ she replied
As Carla’s family left around two o’clock . Niahm Dana and Ossian went back to bed . Ladies had become intimate. In the evening Dana Lee Rosenberg Pedersen left the room- fetching her star of David’s necklace she had received from her grand-mother putting it around her neck. She went back to the beach alone for a while because she wanted to draw a huge tapestry of Niahm on the sand as a surprise for her. As she started she heard a sudden rustling noise from small woods near by the beach A tall shadowy man had seemed to surge from the bushes, approached Dana and put his arm on her shoulder. She thus screamed horrified and fastly mumbled "Who are you"? "I am David Petrovitch" the man replied , son of Ruth and Isaac Petrovich .I know who you are and so I am Morrigane Lafee's body guard I came here especially to remind you that your mission starts in two hours and that you will have to interrupt leisure on mission-you won't have time to waste.Still you'll have a holiday and you could finish your- he looked on the ground- "masterpiece"
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