Hayley looked up the hill. Madison and her had decided to run away and start a new life together. They had agreed to meet at the park bench, and she had expected to see Madison waiting there for her when she arrived, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Had Madison got cold feet or was she delayed? Hayley hadn’t received a call or any text from her. Walking up to the park bench Hayley sat down and waited while looking out for any sign of Madison approaching. Hayley wondered how long should she wait until she left for this adventure on her own…
“I think you are so beautiful and wondered if you would be interested in going out with me?” Tiffany asked as she looked at the woman with long brown hair.
Of course they were several tables apart, and so she couldn’t hear what Tiffany asked. Tiffany wished she could walk up to the woman and ask her out the way she always practiced, but she lacked the temerity needed.
Out of breath he hid behind a tree and listened for footsteps. How was he supposed to know that the rabbit was the witch’s familiar? He had only come into the forest for some food. When he saw the rabbit, he envisioned a nice stew and shot it with his bow, and then he saw the witch and her reaction. So he ran.
He could see it was getting dark, and the witch knew the forest better than he did…
Karin opened the door and walked into the house. She turned to look at Janelle.
“Come in.” she said smiling. Janelle walked in looking puzzled..
“It’s like I’ve been here before. It seems so familiar.” Janelle said confused.
“Look at me.” Karin commanded. Janelle looked at her and then stood transfixed. Soon Karin would feed from Janelle and erase her memory, again. Hopefully this time Janelle would forget everything, otherwise Karin might have to drain her completely next time.
“Never trust a man with a pig farm.” Nina remembered her father saying as she knocked. A large man opened the door. He wore coarse-looking clothes and smelt strongly of pig shit and sweat.
“You again!” the man said gruffly. She nodded while holding the back of her hand to her nose in an attempt to block out the smell. With her other hand she passed him an envelope. The man took it and briefly looked through it. “You need a hand little lady?” She gritted her teeth as she nodded again. She hated being called that.
“Sure.” she finally replied. He followed her to the car. She opened the boot, and the two of them lifted the body out. They then walked around the farmhouse carrying the body to where the man kept his pigs. Once the body was thrown into the pigsty, she walked back to her car.
“See you again soon I guess.” the man called out after her as she was leaving.
It was her job to make some people disappear. She didn’t know why they had to disappear, but she had learned not to question it. It was not a job she liked, but it paid well and she turned out to be rather good at it. Besides, if she ever refused it might be her own body being fed to the pigs next. Sometimes the pig farmer offered her some salted pork or even large slabs of bacon, but she always said no. She knew what those pigs ate.
His cycling tour of the alps was going better than expected. Everyone said he was a fool for thinking he could go mountaineering on a bicycle, but it was surprising how determination and sheer bloody-mindedness could get you further than you would think….