Knock Knock

I heard someone knock loudly, and then there was a scream.

A body was found. Could be illness, old age... but it wasn’t - because the next day two bodies were found.

Knock knock, who’s there? The joke is far from over...


3. Winter

My father had been killed by Jack Hunter's men, but nothing was done. Why? Because no-one was bold enough to stand up to him, and if they did they would be killed. How could one man have so much power?

I go and work in the fields now that my father cannot. The hours are long and the cold of winter pinches at my cheeks. The snow squelches beneath my feet, creeping through the holes in my boots and making my toes wet. But my cheeks remain dry of tears. It had been two weeks, and my grief had turned to anger. It it even harder to feed mouths now that winter has enclosed us in its cruel blanket, and yet nothing is done. We could starve, and Jack Hunter wouldn't care. As long as he has money, he is satisfied.

But why does he need so much money? 

I walked back to the house when the sun went down. The wind tugged at my hair and sadness tugged my heart as I walked down the path that my father had trodden upon for so many years. I let a tear slide down my cheek as the rain began to fall. No-one would know.

That night I heard footsteps behind me, and the voice of Daniel Latimer rang in my ears.

"I'm sorry," he said simply. The glow from his lantern illuminated his face, and I could see from the dark smudges under his eyes and the scar on his cheek that he too had suffered. He ran a hand through his tangled hair and turned away, the rain soaking him, surrounding him. I grabbed him arm. "Sorry for what?"

He did not reply. His brown eyes burnt into mine, and I could sense his fear. He backed away cautiously and began to run, the puddles splashing at his feet.

"Daniel!" I called into the night, in vain, for I knew that he had already gone.


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