Today I packed my treats, donned my cherry-red top and bounced out the door to grandma's. I drew a rooster for a weathervane project and wheeled myself around in an old wheel chair while discussing the weather...infact I floated through most of the afternoon, fiddiling with this and that, sauntering in for meals at the long family table, wandering back out with their monsterous dog to go and do some such - I lost track of time.
Meg has always warned me not to go in to the back paddock at twilight. Never ever...night is ok, day is better....but sunset? That's a big no-no.
I wasn't even technically in the paddock - I was on the fenceline, fixing one of the whirly-gigs. There's a line of them you see, a whole line of bobbing, flapping wind-driven animated creatures that my grandfather made. Well I was straddle the fence - a fence I've climbed since I was tiny and with a wrench in one hand I was tending to a fat little man-figure walking a dog-figure when the wind stopped.
Stopped...not died down, stopped.
The sun had just dipped below the treeline and the world was plunged in to shadow. I looked around and thought nothing of it until the singing started.
Not brittney spears style...not pretty fairy style...wendy rule lotus-eaters style. Faint. I almost thought I was remembering some song stuck in my head.
Then something big, so big - and hunched appeared. Like nothing from no where, and started to walk across the paddock.
I am not a girly-girl, but I gave a cry and I guess I fell and hit my head. But I fell into the paddock. The thing must have heard me and I felt it's robes brush my face, but I couldn't keep my eyes open.
When I woke up it was dark, the dog was at my side, whimpering and licking my arm. I went inside and washed up for bed, but what I thought was a grease-stain or such just won't come off. I swear it's a symbol...