Christopher Mulholland: A Narrative Fiction

“No my dear,” she said, “Only you”
Billy nodded his head slowly staring into his empty teacup. Observing the elegant designs that it wore oh so well. Billy thought for a moment, ‘Mulholland… Christopher Mulholland’ the name played like a broken record in his mind. Repeating over and over again. He knew he saw it somewhere. Aha! Christopher Mulholland had been in the newspaper three years ago. Had he gone-
“Would you like me to take your cup for you?” the landlady kindly offered her hand outstretched for the teacup Billy had been fiddling about with, “It has a quite fancy design and I would hate for it to be stained”
Billy looked up his thoughts interrupted, “Oh why of course!” he handed his cup over and folded his hands on his lap as the woman

Tomorrow would be best for right now they are sleeping. Why dont you go to bed Mr. Wilson you don’t seem well”
“Mr. Weaver. My name is Mr. Weaver.” Billy grumbled getting up. He stumbled his hand falling onto the coffee table with a loud clang as the tray of biscuits fell to the floor, “Oh I’m so sorry!” he fell to his knees and began scraping biscuits back onto the tray. He gently placed the tray onto the table as the landlady rushed over to him and placed his arm around her shoulder.
As they walked up the flights of stairs Billy stumbled around as though he was a drunken man. His vision spinning and his legs felt weak. When they arrived at his room he fell onto the bed.
“Shall I light the fire? Your skin felt deadly cold.”
Billy nodded his head weakly and lay in the bed. The mattress squeaked under pressure of his body.
“Oh and do be careful on of the springs might snap and I wouldn’t want your handsome looks spoiled.” the landlady said before leaving the room with the door shut softly behind her.
Billy stared out the window at the night sky. The moon slightly hidden behind the clouds. One constellation caught his eye. Orian holding his mighty sword ready to strike down on the lion. ‘I must be the lion’ Billy thought to himself and closed his eyes for his final