Clare
wandered into the farmyard crying. Shouting out for her parents.
Tears trickling slowly down her rosy cheeks.
"Mummy! Daddy!"
She wailed at the top of her voice.
"What's all this noise?!" A rather large, rather old man, demanded as he came out, from what appeared to be a shed, waving his cane. He angry expression softened as he saw Clare crying in the entrance of his farmyard. He bent down to her eyesight level, groaning as he did so, holding his back. "What's your name little girl?"
Clare blinked, looking at him with her deep blue eyes and shook her head.
"You don't know?" The man asked, startled. Clare shook her head again. "What is it then?"
"My mummy told me not to speak to people that I don't know because they might want to do naughty things with me." She replied backing away as she did so. The man chuckled to himself, mumbling something rude under his breath.
"Well my name is Farmer Joe. I'm not a stranger to you now am I?" He tapped her gently on the nose playfully. Clare giggled in return.
"My name is Clare Ann Major, and I'm five years old" She finally told him puffing out her chest slightly in dignity. Either that or it was boastfulness that she knew her full name.
"Well then Miss Clare Ann Major, let's go find your parents shall we?" Joe asked holding her hand in his large one.
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"Clare! It's time to go!" Clare's parents shouted to her upstairs room in unison. The farm was like a heaven to her. She slid down the stairs on her bum like a typical child and stuck her thumb in her mouth, staring up at her mother and father. "Say goodbye to Joe sweetie." Clare tottled along over to Joe with heavy five-year-old stomps.
"You'll write won't you little girl? So we can arrange for you to stay again" He asked as he cuddled her goodbye. She broke out of the cuddle and nodded a firm nod. "You won't stop writing will you?" Joe asked this time Clare responded with a shake of the head, her relatively long blond hair covered her eyes. Joe moved the hair out of her face with a gentle aged hand and shook her parents hands as they left the farmyard.
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Clare looked up
at her father as he read her letter to her parents. He handed it back
to her and smiled his cheerful smile.
"So I wrote it ok?"
She asked as she took the letter.
"Very good." He patted her on her blond head as he usually did when he was pleased with his daughter. "Now go brush your teeth and pop off to bed like a good girl."
Clare tossed and turned in her sleep. She gasped as she opened her eyes and stared up at the dark ceiling. She wiped the sweat off her brow as she headed downstairs. Halfway down she heard a scream. Clare stopped in her tracks, staring at the sight before her.
The blood was smeared on the walls
and her father lay limp with his eyes closed. Blood gushing out from
his throat.
"Daddy?" Hesitantly she continued down the
stairs and knelt next to her dead father. "Wake up daddy."
She shook him. "MUM!" She shouted, franticly looking
around. Clare headed into the kitchen and stood still, petrified to
the spot. A man with blood stained hands and greasy black hair held a
knife to her mums throat, before slitting it.
It seemed like her world was falling apart from her. She wanted a giant hole to come and swallow her up. Clare walked over to this seemingly insane man and attempted to punch him with a frail small fists.
"She's dead." A deep voice informed her, cackling insanely. Clare looked up, through tearful eyes.
"She's asleep. I know she is!" She screamed back at the top of her voice. She walked over to him and started to hit him with her weak fists.
It wasn't long till the police came and took the insane man away, but they also took Clare away. That was the worst night of her entire life. And it was never going to go away.
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Clare wiped a tear from her eye as she visited her parent's grave. It had been thirteen years since there death and the memories were still clear in her head. Even though she was twenty now, it was still life scarring. She pulled out an advertisement from her pocket and looked at it for a while.
Mineral Town Farm
Needs a little work
since owner Joe died
Phone today...