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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone archway, through which a pond and some steps are visible.
It was an overcast day, but Anna was at a loose end and stepping through the archway decided to explore.
‘Hello,’ said a voice.
She turned and saw a young boy sitting on the bank a few yards behind her.
‘Hello,’ she replied. ‘Where are you from? I don’t remember seeing you before. This is private property you know.’
‘Really? I live here and I was going to say the same about you.’
‘What’s your name?’
‘Jack. What’s yours?’
‘Anna. How do you do?’
‘That’s all very prim and proper! Where are you from?’
‘I live here. We arrived about a month ago.’
‘That’s odd. The cottage wasn’t for sale as far as I know.’
‘What cottage? It’s a mansion!!’
‘Erm, no, it’s a small cottage.’
‘You’re being silly. Come and look.’
Jack got off the bank and followed her to the archway in the wall.
When she looked through, she saw her home.
When Jack looked through, he blanched.
‘That’s not my house! ‘ he cried. ‘What witchcraft is this?’ then he ran away.
Anna watched him go, then with a shrug returned through the archway.
She asked her father about the pond at supper.
‘I wouldn’t go there if I were you. A child drowned so I’m having it drained and converted to tennis courts.’
‘Do you know anything else about it?’
‘Young lad I think, about your age. Happened a long time ago though and the place has seen a lot of changes. This isn’t the original property. That burnt down shortly after the accident and they built this.’
Anna wondered if she’s ever see Jack again.