2. The Kindly Old Man
It seems to be a cottage of some sorts with a bed of flowers encircling it. I walk upon the cobbled path and sigh with pleasure at the coolness my torn feet feel. It's a blissful hurt and with a new spring to my walk I reach the cottage.
As I was about to knock on the heavy oak door, a booming voice commanded "Enter!' And stopped me in my tracks. My bones were chilled to the marrow and my hand rigid as I processed the fact that the man was aware of my presence when I hadn't even knocked.
With a sinking feeling I realised that his voice had probably alerted the kids of my whereabouts. Turning away from the door I walked away with all my hope having evaporated into the crisp evening air.
I heard the door open and the voice told me to that he couldn't keep the door open for as long as I was dilly dallying. A grateful smile gracing my face I ran back up the path and into the cottage.
The amazing feeling of being secure and sheltered washed over me as I looked into the quaint little sitting room for my saviour. I saw a curious armchair turned away and was startled when the voice came from there telling me to sit and have tea.
As the quiet evening wore on I found myself confiding in him with what had happened and let him tend to my shredded feet. I told him about my acute emotional disorder for which I was despised.I felt like he cared and was touched when he offered me a home with him in his cosy cottage.
Jubilant I said yes immediately because I'd rather have a friend than be in the care of people who pity me. I remembered that I had left my dead mothers locket in my room at the orphanage and had to get it back as it was my only connection to her.
When I told him I had to go for this he understood and told me that his door was open for me whenever I got back. Tears of joy trickled down my face as I had found the only person to accept me for myself and I ran as fast as I could back to the village.
I never got to see him again and I wonder how long that door was left open for me yet I'll never know because I met my end at the edge of the Rushmere forest with my mothers locket choking my neck.