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THE GREY LADY
As she gazed into the small pond at her backyard, thinking, small butterflies danced in pairs past her shoulder length blond hair. Smiling, she stood up and straightened her light yellow dress. The sun was shinning bright that day and nothing could go wrong. Picking up her shoes from the ground she serenely walked to the large brick manor house. The green grass tickled her feet at her every step. Humming tunelessly to herself, she opened the glass door. The air was cool inside and somehow smelt a bit dusty. Well she couldn’t blame the cleaning ladies. The house had been abandoned for years before her father had bought it.
“Miss Talia, I have a letter for you” a voice from her right side said, with a taste of bitter meekness in it.
“Oh, it is you” Talia said to the maid. The maid curtsied, holding up a tray with an envelope on it. Talia picked up the envelope quickly and studied the writing which said: Miss Talia Quant, “why thank you”.
She bowed her head and walked to the wooded chair opening the seal carefully.
Dear Miss Talia Quant
I am planning of coming to visit your father and you in south Petherton. How is the country turning out? Last time I visited Kingina—which I think the manor is called—I was fifteen. Everything is well here in Essex. Or well almost everything. As I was writing this letter, I was distracted by the most shocking news. The old lady down town had died of a sudden seizure and fallen down her stairs braking her neck and back. Most horrendous news, don’t you think.
Yours truly
Edward Izzard
Reading the letter again, Talia’s mouth fell open. Edward was coming here!
“Father! Father! You will never ever believe what im about to tell you!” she screamed as she ran to her father, who was seated in the corner of the sitting room, reading the days newspaper. Setting down his reading glasses he placed his hands on his knees and he sat there beaming at his beautiful daughter,
“What is it my dear?”
“Edward is coming here! To visit us! Isn’t this great! Oh I am ever so happy!”
Her father stood up and walked to the window, “it is good news indeed.”
“Father, may I buy a new dress? I would get so happy”
“You already have loads of dresses” her father snapped, but when he saw Talia’s face he smiled again, “oh very well. But only one dress! I will not waste my money on too many dresses as I did last year” he gave her an accusing look and Talia gave her best innocent smile she knew.
Edward sat in his horse drawing carriage, staring out of the side window. How long had it been since he had seen Talia. Her father had promised him that he could propose to her. But before he could think more about Talia something caught his eye on the road. A man on a black stallion, stood still. The wind began to howl, but the stallions mane or tail didn’t move, nor did the man’s travelling cloak. He heard the horse that drew his carriage snort with fright as they got closer. He could hear the black stallions hooves impatiently hit the ground, eager to charge at the carriage and the cloaked man’s maddening laughter. As the coach passed the strange pair, he could feel the man’s eyeless gaze on him and then disappear into thin air.
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