The Tear Drop (Chapter 4, page 1 of 11)


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Chapter 4

No sooner had he left I found myself in a sudden and most unexpected predicament; I was lost. It happened sometime in the conversation with my elusive friend. A displaced remark here and an intellectual struggle there led me away from my previous direction. It wasn't as though I had any real plans on where I was to go. Perhaps just a subtle inclination or intuition, like one who consults the contents of a cup of tea or the entrails of a slaughtered animal for guidance. Mine was less mystical and more gut.

The warm, red glow of the sky shown through the tips of trees and opened up. I walked into a large field that spread apart into a wide pool of grass, waving in the wind. It tapered into what appeared to be a road of sorts, fading into the distance. From this road I saw a faint light, floating as it were, just above the ground. It was swinging back and forth and coming closer to where I was. Presently, I noticed a hand wielding an apparatus from which the light was shining. It was a lantern and I saw that a man was walking in my direction. I couldn't see him clearly enough to discern his attentions but I heard the rustling of grass under foot. Steadily, he made his way towards me. About halfway the length of the field he stopped. Raising his lantern at eye level, stretching it towards me, he gazed at me. As if studying my identity, he stood motionless, staring at me. With one unexpected hail he bellowed out, "Hay ho, who goes there?"

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