Monday 3rd August 2015
I have no Porch stories in my locker, I have been wrapped up with other projects and concerns. I do hope to get a few ideas and then get my keyboard tapping again soon, fingers crossed. Please enjoy the piece below, and if you have any ideas, I am all ears.
This, hopefully, is the start of a mystery crime story. I have started profiling characters and brief outlines of the story. This particular part, a stand alone short it maybe, is followed by two brothers attending a rally and the speaker is shot, and he passes on a notebook with gold medallion/coin inside and he asks the brothers to pass it to the lady in this brief piece. As you might notice I have not got a title or any ideas, yet!
She ran across the yard into the blacksmiths forge, pausing, she quickly looking about. Her eyes dashing from each corner of the workshop when they stopped. She was looking at a long broken axe handle, minus its head, ‘that’ll do’ she thought hurrying to the anvil where it was leaning. Picking it up she hurried out, pausing at the doorway and quickly looking both ways, then ran out and headed towards the barn and the stables. Into the open space between them meant exposing herself but she had to chance it. With the sun high in the sky her vision was clear, which meant any who was looking out for her would also see her clearly. The hundred metres disappeared quickly as she came to the barn, rushing through the open doors she came to halt at the supporting upright posts. Her hands gripping the axe handle as she stood in a defensive position. Her eyes looking around the barn and apart from the hay it looked empty. She ran to each stack of bales and peered around them until her suspicions was confirmed. There was no one here, it was time to move on and get out fast. At the door, again she peered out cautiously all around and happy it was clear she bolted towards the stable. A building that housed six cubicles, open stables, each with tall wooden planked partitions and no doors. The entrance to the stables was open, the doors had been secured wide open, she ran inside and inspected each cubicle, which she found was empty. All horses were either in the paddocks grazing or being worked. She was not worrying about them, she was just pleased to find the stables empty.
At the back door she looked out across the large cobble stoned yard, on the left there was pig pen, the open yard normally covered in mud and manure had become dry caked earth. The warm weather of the past two weeks had dried the manure and dirt. In the center of the yard was a fountain, this fountain had no water spurting from its spouts. She could use it as cover and would make her run for the cottage a little easier. Clenching the axe handle tight, twirled it several times in her hands, almost as if it was giving her some confidence or moral support. When she was happy all was clear she thought ‘now or never’ and darted out into the open and raced towards the cottage. All the time she was running she was looking everywhere, checking every part of the yard hoping nothing would surprise or ambush her. Approaching the cottage she ran straight round the back, along the path that ran beside the cottage, glancing through the small side window as she went. Coming to the corner of the cottage wall she turned sharp right and came to an open stable style door. Holding her axe handle up and ready to strike at anything that might jump out at her, she moved slowly into the kitchen. The smell of coffee still lingered in the air, she slowly and cautiously moved through another door entering the lounge, and directly in front of her across the room was the large window looking out onto the yard she had just crossed.
Cautiously she searched the room, behind the sofa and chairs under the table, behind the curtains and she let out a deep breath as she found nothing. She looked out the windows and saw shadow movement in the distant, just before the blacksmith forge. A brief movement but it was enough to tell her to hurry. Now she was feeling a little more relaxed as she moved into the next room, a large hall that had been converted, here was the main front door to the cottage. Against the walls a sideboard and hat stand stood and standing just beside the stairs was a large narrow chest of drawers with four drawers on the top half and two cupboard doors on the bottom half. All in matching dark highly polished wood. There were a few pairs of shoes on the floor next to the chest of drawers, a mixture of male and female. She paused at the bottom of the stairs and was looking up wondering whether to search upstairs or leave. Just as she went to turn and move on she heard a sound a groan that sounded like it was coming from upstairs, she thought it was of someone in pain. She rushed up stairs and into the first room in front of her at the top. The door was open, she stopped in her tracks at the sight that lay before her, she almost heaved but took control so as not to be sick. On the bed lay two bodies, blood everywhere, all over the walls behind the bed, the quilt was more red than its cream and green. She moved closer to where the sound was coming from, one of them was still alive, if only hanging on with his last breath.
She knew there was nothing she could do to help but she still moved closer to the one that was still alive. His eyes were wide open, she was shocked with the horrified look on his face, fright and fear was all she saw. He was mouthing some words, she could hardly hear him, she moved closer but still all she could hear was a mumble, blood gurgling sounds. Her own heart was beating very strong and fast, her own fear was holding her back, she needed to get close to his mouth to be able to hear him clearly, and she had to do it quickly while he was still alive, he was trying to tell her something. She leant closer putting her ear close to his mouth, his last breath he gurgled in her ear, ‘the old stables, second cubicle.’
She stood up shocked and scared not knowing what to do apart from the one thing, and that was to get out of here. One last look around the room and again at the two dead men, absorbing all the information for reference later. She hurried out to check the other bedrooms, the second one she checked there was another dead body, this time it was a female. She guessed this woman was in her thirties with short blonde hair, unlike the men who were shot she had her throat cut. This room did not have so much blood, she must have died quickly and without a fight. She was now crying and very scared, she was trembling with fright and the confusion was now taking over, she was running on adrenaline alone. In the front bedroom, looking out into the main yard she did not see any shadows.
“I must get out.” she whispered to herself, holding her axe handle tight. She ran down the stairs and turned right and headed out of the cottage the way she came in. Through the stable kitchen doors, into the back garden, facing a well maintained flower garden with a path splitting the garden in two. She ran down to the bottom and found the small gate, just as a thud was heard and a small part of the gate splintered. Then another thud and the gate splintered again but closer to her this time. Turning she saw two men standing at the side of the cottage wall, one was pointing a gun at her and then firing a third time. She flung the gate open and ran off up the gravel track just as another sound of a bullet was heard whooshing past her head. She was so scared the adrenaline that was rushing through her took over, her speed was surprising her, she did not realise she could run so fast. Hundred yards up the track she dived into the woods and kept running until she could no longer see the cottage. She looked backed several times to check if anyone was chasing, when eventually she was sure no one was she slowed and came to a walk, a hurried walk while trying to catch her breath. “What now?” she said to herself.
Gerry A/C 2015©