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Danny BoyI rolled on to my side to get a better look at him as he sat in the white rocking chair next to my bed.
“Danny is a very special boy Cathy. He is different to you,” I opened my mouth to protest but he put his finger across my lips to shush me. “I know he is your very best friend, and you are his. But the world can be cruel sometimes honey, and Danny was made differently to you and I. It’s because he is so special that Danny can’t always be allowed to go where you go, like your school. It is a silly rule, made by sillier people, but it is the way the world works baby. Danny likes his new school – he told me himself“, I stuck my lower lip out to sulk and my father smiled. “He misses you there, and I know you miss him too. So I bought you this, and I gave him one just like it.” The VisitorThere was a subtle shift in the air and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Just as Matt reached the door, his hand lifted ready to turn the door handle, a rush of cold air blew past me and he seemed to jolt backwards, a look of surprise and confusion on his face.
He pulled himself together and lifted his foot to step forwards toward the bathroom door. Again, he was jolted backwards, as though an invisible hand had shoved his right shoulder, pushing him away. He looked at me. “What the…?” he asked, a confused look on his face. |
The HunterHe admired the way the steel blade shone in the moonlight and swept it through the air, a small ‘swish’ sounded as it cut through the air. He smiled and placed it in his pocket, and headed back to the waitress in the shack.
Pulling the tape from her mouth, he put an index finger to his lips. “No one will hear you out here, so you can scream and shout if you like but you’d be just as well using your last words to pray for forgiveness,” he whispered to her as he pulled the white bed sheet from her body and put it onto one of the crates. The BoyAs I risked a little peek I saw that he was carrying Momma in his big strong arms; she looked like she might be sleeping. This man was new – I didn’t recognise his smell or the outline of his body as he moved through the dark living area.
He had been here a few times now but usually he climbed in through the bedroom window while Momma was out at work or drinking. Usually he stayed in the bedroom, but a couple of times he’d crept through the rest of the trailer as though he was studying it. I don’t think he knew I’d noticed him; he was real careful to not make a noise. But growing up with Momma meant that my ears pricked every time there was the slightest sound, afraid that she might catch me unawares and strike at any moment. She was mean when she’d had a drink. |