Her car is already parked up when he arrives. He glances at it as the Quattro eases along the dirt track, but then he sees the farmhouse. The one from the picture.
It’s not like back at the office, with the sight of it bringing the ghost of a feeling, a voice that tells him he should know it. Here, sitting under lowering clouds with the squalling of crows wheeling above, he knows he knows it. He knows something happened here. Something bad.
He sits in the car, and watches it as though it might speak to him. He has a feeling the sky should be blue. There should be more colour in the grass, more red in the brick. More noise in the distance,
(God Save the Queen!)
not just the birds, and the vast, empty expanse of hills and rain.
He wants to sit here, and not find out why. Whatever’s in there, he does not want to know. The fear of knowing crawls in his belly, and up to his throat and if he could, he’d just drive away and not look back. Except, she’s here. She won’t leave it alone, unless he stops her.
He gets out of the car. He checks his gun is loaded. And looks around. She’ll be...yeah. He knows where she’ll be.
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Thunder rolls overhead. He stands, and watches her pull something off the shoulder of the scarecrow. He can’t speak. There’s too much in his head. But he can watch, and he knows she’ll see him eventually.
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It’s not like back at the office, with the sight of it bringing the ghost of a feeling, a voice that tells him he should know it. Here, sitting under lowering clouds with the squalling of crows wheeling above, he knows he knows it. He knows something happened here. Something bad.
He sits in the car, and watches it as though it might speak to him. He has a feeling the sky should be blue. There should be more colour in the grass, more red in the brick. More noise in the distance,
not just the birds, and the vast, empty expanse of hills and rain.
He wants to sit here, and not find out why. Whatever’s in there, he does not want to know. The fear of knowing crawls in his belly, and up to his throat and if he could, he’d just drive away and not look back. Except, she’s here. She won’t leave it alone, unless he stops her.
He gets out of the car. He checks his gun is loaded. And looks around. She’ll be...yeah. He knows where she’ll be.
Thunder rolls overhead. He stands, and watches her pull something off the shoulder of the scarecrow. He can’t speak. There’s too much in his head. But he can watch, and he knows she’ll see him eventually.