The meadows stretched for miles and miles. Not many people came by, sometimes a farmer or a lost hiker, but they never saw the headstone standing alone on the little hill before the leafy woods.
Birds soared above, sometimes landing on the headstone that marked the life of someone now long forgotten. Other animals also came, they sniffed the stone and moved on. Nature grew moss and grass across the stone, protecting it from the rain and snow.
And the ghost whom the gravestone belongs to drifts evermore, silently haunting, waiting to be released.
She could get lost in here. Bookcases rose all around her, filled deep with knowledge and life. She didn’t know where to begin it was so over welling. She had been told it was huge and grand but this was beyond what she had imagined.
Reaching out, she ran her fingers along the spines of the books as she walked. She thought she could feel little throbs and whispers as she did so. It was a librarian’s best dream and it was going to take awhile for her to realise this was now her reality.
Will had learnt not to question things on the odd jobs he picked up during summer but this time was a little different. Helping the set producer prepare the background, Will wondered what this movie was about. It’s a horror for sure he decided, placing paper pumpkin lights in a too fake creepy tree.
Another assistant wheeled on a rectangular cage trolley then helped an actor who was heavy bandaged and wearing a blood stained white doctor coat inside.
‘What is this about?’ Will asked.
‘It’s a love story between two burn victims,’ the set producer answered with a shrug.
To Penny there was nothing like being on the back of a running horse. The power of the mare under her, the wind whipping her hair, the warmth of the summer evening. It was the escape that really made Penny happy. Here there was no technology, no stresses, she could be alone and herself.
The horse ran on, the short grass and soft soil making it easier for her. Penny thought she was enjoying the run too. The weather had been far too hot later for such activities and the mare wasn’t one to be fenced up for days. They could be free together in the wilderness.
It was a strange sight to see in the middle of the street, so Janet couldn’t help but wonder about it. The prosthetic leg could be a sculptor; a creative reminder about disabled people. Some kind of statement. It was just an odd way to show it, but then what did Janet know about modern art these days?
Or, as Janet turned about at the approaching of a one legged man on crutches, someone might just have lost their leg…
It had been a long four months but the last of the flowers were finally planted. Denise sighed with relieve and tidied away her tools. It had been a hot day and she just wanted to get home and have a long, cool bath.
‘It’s done,’ Maria spoke.
Denise turned to her business partner and nodded. She was too tried to speak.
They gathered their things and with a last look, they left. Tomorrow the gardens would open to the public for first time in years and they would see if all their hard work paid off or not.
It had been a close call but everyone had made it into the dock before darkness had fallen. Martin looked at the map again and realized that he hadn’t been wrong after all, the height of the bridge was labeled wrong. It was higher by a meter in real life then the little drawing said, thank God it wasn’t a meter lower or none of the tall ships would have got in, he thought, I’ll change it and then let whoever published this map know tomorrow.
It had started with simple second hand instruments then it had exploded into a lot more. Now, what had once been Duncan’s study was his six children’s music room. He stood in the doorway, missing looking out into the garden from this window, he was glad though his children were so talented.
Duncan went to the garage which was using half of as a study. Sitting at his desk, he shuffled through his work pile. In the background, drifted the sounds of keyboard, two guitars, drums, violin and singing. Duncan hummed along with the song as he worked.
The take over had been slow at first but now it was sweeping all over. Everyone left from the alien invasion could see they had no choice but to unite as one country, one world.
The strips and stars flags appeared everywhere; houses, skyscrapers, ancient structures and mountains. Whilst anything that might divide people was temporally removed.
Humans needed to be as one at this time or they might not survive the next attempted invasion. Despite what some believed, another war was bubbling into life on a distant plant that would challenge the fate of humankind.