The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 30

Her mother would smile, this was their ritual which always ended up in Clara getting a cookie or treat. 

Don’t tell your sisters,” Theresa would say. 

As was the custom, Clara grabbed the treat and took a bite and smiled. Every morsel brought her closer to heaven.

I won’t, mama,” Clara would reply as crumbs rolled off her lips. 

Before the memory of that taste could fully form in her mind, a cool soft hand rolled up Clara’s tummy and stopped at the base of her breasts.

A surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a young girl of eight, with rich chestnut brown hair, messy and slightly tousled, and piercing grey eyes that sparkle with mischief, grabbing a warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookie from a worn, wooden cooling tray on the kitchen table, adorned with a vintage-inspired, floral-patterned tablecloth, in a rustic, yet cozy, simple country home kitchen, set in rural 1890s Canada, illuminated by soft, golden morning light streaming through the worn, white cotton curtains, with a hint of film grain and subtle, dreamlike blur, as if the scene is unfolding in a nostalgic, childhood memory, with the kitchen's worn, wooden cabinets, distressed walls, and vintage appliances adding to the nostalgic, era-specific atmosphere, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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