Thursday 24th April 2014.
Now part of my Campnanowrimo participation.
Part 4 continued from The Old Lady Reveals. Watch for the next installment to follow. Can they help.
Two days had passed when I started thinking of the old woman. Why? I do not know. I was rocking gently in my chair, the sun shining brightly and my guitar in hand. The song I was playing brought the vision of the old woman to mind and the last words she said. ‘I am the daughter my father seeks’
Wondering how I could help, not wanting to experience the probable appearance of him or what might happen. This thought had scared me a little. Only a couple of days to go to the anniversary and I needed to come up with some idea, or leave the house for a few days. Not knowing if this will do any good either way. I went to the book shelves and found the book Mr Wells left me, and sat myself back on the porch. I opened the book to the last page to read the hand written message until now I had taken no real notice. But now it had meaning.
‘In the nearby wood you will find a large oak. Inside its trunk you will find a golden watch like instrument. Open it and carefully read the inscription inside and it will guide you to me in my time.’
On reading it again and again I got the distinct impression that Mr Wells knew that this had happened and that I would seek his help. Not even realising or believing that this could actually happen.
Due to the lateness of the day I decided to make preparations and leave at first light in the morning.
At first light my backpack was packed and I was walking towards the park in hope to find the oak and no one else. This early morning with a chill in the summer morning air made me have a lively step in my walk to the park. Hoping that when I arrived there would be no people nearby, I needed the solitude. On finding the tree I quickly looked about and found the crevice within its trunk. Excitement was getting the better of me, shaking a little and wondering why I was here. Only way to find out, I put my hand inside and searched the space by feel. Several attempts reaped no rewards and I was beginning to think that there was nothing here. Still no success when I noticed another split higher up the trunk at the junction of a branch. Climbing the tree to reach it, I put my hand in and search this hole. I pulled out a leather wrapped package and jumped to the ground. I quickly unwrapped the package and was surprised to find exactly what the message in the book said I would.
Clicking open the instrument to find two dials, each had three hands and eight buttons. The left hand side the hands were gold and silver bronze and on the right they were blue, green and red, also with eight buttons set on the circumference edge of the dials. On the right dial there was a larger button with the word ‘Home’ beneath. Further inspection I found an inscription on the back casing. It was the instructions as the message read. I sat down against the tree and read the instructions and checking the dials at intervals. It all seemed pretty straight forward if a little unbelievable, so my next move was whether I should actually follow the instruction.
After a short while I said to myself, quietly, ‘Go for it, lets see what happens’ I then set the dial on the right as per the instructions and then paused. Taking a last look around I pressed the ‘Home’ button.
All around me started turning, like a fairground ride, spinning slowly at first then speeding up. All the countryside around me started mixing and my vision began to blur, like mixing paints all the colours morphing into streaks at first then becoming one. I was standing in the middle of a small tornado, everything around me spinning and turning. All the greens and browns with blues and whites mixing and gradually disappearing and turning into an opaque white. My feet were stuck rigid to the ground, unable to move except to twist and watch the spinning colours. Dizziness started to come over me with a feeling of nausea. Closing my eyes and taking my thoughts away, thinking of good things trying not to show my fright, everything out of hand and out of control. Not knowing how to stop what I have started even if I wanted to. Pressure against my head and the noise reverberating in and out of my ears, losing my balance with hands clenching my temples. Realising I had to go with the flow and wait for this to run its course.
As quickly as it started it stopped, the haziness clearing and my vision returned, what I could now see shook me. With this shock I fumbled and fell forward and knelt not knowing what to do or say or think. I could see I was no longer in the park next to the oak.
Gaa/C April 17th 2014 [Thursday]©