I thought my mum had thrown all the photos of that day away but I found one in the bottom of a shoe box. Mum had mis-timed taking the photo so instead of our smiling faces were the backs of our heads.
Tears clouded my eyes and I was there once more at the theme park, riding the wooden ‘run away’ roller coaster with my younger sister. Our cries of delight echoed in my ears as we raced around the track and then my sister flew out of the cart as we rushed down the hill. Her fingers briefly touched mine then she was gone.
It was hard to believe that an actual spider had made such a large web over night. That’s why I thought it was a joke at first; my wife hanging the Halloween decorations early. On closer inspection it was real though.
‘Don’t touch it!’ my wife shouted from behind me, making me jump and spin.
‘I wasn’t! I was only looking!’ I countered back.
‘Good, because it’s staying.’
‘Well, I guess there’s lots of other windows to look out of…’ I muttered.
‘I wonder what the spider looks like?’ my wife said.
Stood in the new playground taking everything in, I began to doubt this ‘futuristic’ design. Stealing glances at the other committee members it was clear they were uncomfortable too. The artist and architects on the other hand were looking totally pleased with themselves.
‘What do you think?’ the artist asked.
There was a slight pause then a feedback of mixed muttered words.
‘I guess the children will decided that,’ I spoke loudly and everyone agreed.
‘Let’s release them!’ someone called.
Hurrying behind the safety glass, we watched the gate rise up and all hell break loose.
I looked up at the high street’s Christmas decorations with a mixture of puzzlement and anger. At the lights turn on, the mayor had announced that due to lack of funds this year, they had decided to go with a ‘homemade’ feel..Children, old people and those who had nothing better to do, had dug out their old decorations and got making some too. Long knitted scarfs wrapped around the lampposts, ancient lights danging down, children’s glittered things and was that someone’s Mrs Santa’s nightdress? Well, I guess the town had come together in the spirit of Christmas.
It had only been a stupid school playground game; who could lick an icicle and get their tongue stuck? However, things hadn’t gone to plan and the four boys had ended sat in the staff room for the afternoon waiting for the icicles attached to their tongues melt.
Humming to himself, he cut some slices off the loaf of bread. Then he paused, spotting the heart shaped hole in one of the slices. He frowned then with a shrug, put all the slices in the toaster and carried on with preparing the breakfast.
When it was done, he took everything upstairs and placed it on the bed before his new wife.
‘As promised,’ he said, ‘and look at this…’ he picked up the slice with the heart shape, ‘it was like this when I cut it. Do you think it’s a sign?’
Rusty had no idea what was there but he planned to find out. Following want once had been a dirt track through the almost barren landscape towards the rising hills, he wished he’d brought his jeep. Inside, the Harley Davidson underneath him grumbled over the rocky road.
As soon as he made it over the hill, Rusty stopped and cut the engine. He looked out and saw a ramshackle of wooden houses below; an abandoned mining village. He had mixed feelings over it but for now it didn’t matter. He now owned the land and there was plenty of time.
The wooden back of a huge pocket watch had stood in the corner of the town’s park for hundreds of years. The origins of it had long been lost, but the myth was that the pocket watch had once belonged to a giant.
The giant Haldor was running late for the yearly Giants Together meeting. As he trod over a village, ignoring the fleeing of little people far below him, he drew out his pocket watch and checked the time. Seeing, he was going to be very late indeed, he hurriedly put the watch back into his pocket.
However, he missed and the watch hit the floor. Angrily, he bent to pick it up and swiped down two cottages as he did so. Hurrying on, he didn’t notice that his pocket watch had broken in the fall.
Years later, a shepherd lad was searching for a lost lamb when he came across the back of the pocket watch. He stared up in awe at the huge wooden circle then spotting his lamb nearby, he hurried to collect her. When he returned home, he told his father about what he had seen, for the lad was too young to remember the giant Haldor. His father clearly recalled the day though.
And that was how the myth of the giant’s pocket watch began.