Hurricane Eye

By Marie Caveza

Heli is plunged into a series of new beginnings heightening her expectations of what's to come. She finds herself on a journey where she had to come to terms with feelings of loneliness which sparked her awareness of human interactions which she never knew existed.
Her journey through preparations for a natural disaster, experiences of events of its duration and the aftermath left a permanent mark on her and her family.
She realises it is possible to live through a frightening experience and discover the hidden beauty that it can inspire under certain circumstances leaving you with the feeling that you have gained something priceless.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456796952

Marie Caveza

Marie Caveza has written short stories and poems many of them unpublished. However one of her stories- Hurricane Eye was published two years ago. Her formative years of learning took place on the Caribbean Island of Trinidad. But she later moved to the UK where she took some professional training and further education. She has written short stories as a child mainly to entertain her brothers and sisters. Although she stopped writing for some time the love of writing had always fascinated her and kept the desire alive. This story had particularly fascinated the author because of an experience that her uncle related to them about what happened to her grandfather. It was something that was passed down through the generations. Although her uncle told them a very long time ago it remains as fresh in Marie's mind as yesterday. He told it with a conviction of a person who was certain he was telling the truth. So up till this day, she is still not sure of how much was fiction and how much was truth. Perhaps there is a bit of both in it.

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First published by AuthorHouse 08/29/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-9694-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-9695-2 (ebk)

Printed in the United States of America

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Contents

CHAPTER 1

Morning

CHAPTER 2

Premonitions

CHAPTER 3

Journey

CHAPTER 4

Arrival

CHAPTER 5

Message

CHAPTER 6

Return

CHAPTER 7

Realisation

CHAPTER 8

Afternoon

CHAPTER 9

Preparation

CHAPTER 10

Evening

CHAPTER 11

Diversion

CHAPTER 1

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Morning

The morning sun rose high in the sky bringing in another day that looked just the same as any other day. Heli knew it wasn’t as any other day. This was going to be a new experience whether good or bad it didn’t seem to matter that much to her but there was this overpowering anxiety that gnawed at her emotions. She thought of how different things were going to be. But she just didn’t think of it naturally it just came back to mind.

Life was going to be like that of all the other girls in the village. They just had the ordinary things in life to look forward to. It was all exciting these changes in life leaving your parents home to start off a new life. A sense of freedom, power to do just what you want to do for the first time in your life without having to meet with the approval of someone else in authority. But it didn’t seem particularly exciting to Heli although she found it interesting but not too much so that it could be postponed pushed to the back to happen sometime in the future when it might be more appropriate. So she decided that she wasn’t ready to enter into any formal contract with someone from the opposite sex. So she took off on her dream plane that seemed so unreachable and unsuitable for a girl of her character that her father paid her not too great attention when she told him her plans. Although he didn’t oppose her directly yet she detected no sympathy on his part for what she wanted. He wasn’t prepared to understand her point of view and meet her partway. He was living her life for her, his wishes, desires, interests were hers she didn’t have a mind of her own nor had her own life to live. It didn’t matter to him that he was getting old, his life was changing. Hers was changing too but in a different direction. She was about to put her feet on the first rung of the ladder while he had begun to climb down.

He had always lived an active life ever since a small child. He would tell them all about his adventures down by the river bank coming across the poisonous mapapee lying in wait on the river bank ready to ambush an unsuspecting passer by. This was a strategic location people frequenting this area to carry on their daily business of commerce. There too were always many people bringing bundles of clothes in baskets and buckets carrying these in their arms or balancing them on their heads. Some women and children who were usually the ones involved in this type of work, had so mastered the art that they could do both at the same time, carrying an overfull basket on their head and one in one arm at the same time. You see they needed one free arm to help with balance just like the artists in the circus. How talented these people were without knowing it. So with eyes looking straight ahead their ability to carefully scrutinise the surface of the rocks and small stones and the short grass usually found growing around there knew no bounds. It seems as if the mapapees knew this too so as soon as an ankle had reached the right distance away they struck with all their force seriously or fatally wounding the victim. But their aim must be accurate as many times they ended up against a tree trunk or rock killing themselves with the force of the impact. But Hamilton was always