Archery club sounded like something that belong in the Medieval times but it was my favourite sport. There was just something about the smooth wooden bow in my hand, the setting and pulling back of the arrow, the feathers against my cheek and releasing twank followed by the thunk of a hit target.
And now, all those hours of practise and competitions were paying off because I found the zombies too easy to hit but I also knew never let my guard down as there something much worse then them out there in the darkness.
London was everything and nothing like I had believed. The city was constantly moving like the Thames river that divided it. There were always lights, smells and noises, it was so easy to get lost.
I tapped my stick on the pavement and held onto Bonny’s guiding harness. My senses told me that my husband Zak was still walking by my side. All around me were other people moving with great hurry and excitement.
I was scared as was natural in an unknown city but also embracing the new experience. Being blind wasn’t going to stop me from seeing London.
Relics of the past reminded me that no one had lived in this house for sixty-odd years. It was like a time capsule, frozen forever in a single moment.
I would have liked to have know what had happened here. Why had everything been left behind? Where were the owners? But those answers were long gone.
I took photos, documenting everything because despite this museum likeness, I knew it wouldn’t last. Vandals, burglars and homeless people would eventually find the house then the silence would be broken.
We are having a lovely time and the hotel is beautiful. Yesterday, we went for a walk on the beach then hired deck chairs to doze the afternoon way in. A seagull stole your father’s ice cream and I laughed so hard I dropped my own!
Tomorrow, if the sea is warmer we might go for a swim, though I hear there are lots of jellyfish about. If I see one of them I’ll be out as fast as I can be!
We’ll be sure to bring you some presents back and no doubt some sand too!
Washed up on the island, he had scratched the passage of days into the trunk of a palm tree. Today, there were forty-two lines.
Some of the shipwreck had washed up too and he had used these items to survive. He had hoped someone else might turn up but nobody alive had. The five bodies, he had buried under a marked tree, for recovery later.
The sound of a helicopter broke the air. He grabbed binoculars, a flare gun and climbed into a tree. He searched the sky and when the chopper grew closer, he fired the red signal.