"Where's Molly?" said mum. She was standing in the kitchen with her
coat on, all ready to go to work.
"In the garden, I think," I said, through a mouthful of toast.
"Well, keep an eye on her. Don't let her climb the tree. Dad's working
in the study, he won't notice if she falls off again."
"OK," I said.
"There's pasta in the fridge for lunch."
" See you later, love." She dropped a kiss on my head and ran out the
door. A moment later I heard the car start, and she was gone.
I finished my toast, stacked the plates in the dishwasher, then
dutifully went to seek out Molly.
We have a long, overgrown back garden.There's a old apple tree in the
middle, which dad says he'll cut down but never does. Right at the
bottom there's a wood shed full of junk. Tins of dried up paint, rusty
tools, that sort of thing. Molly like to play fairy tea parties in
there, with berries and leaf plates. As I expected, the door was open.
"Molly?" I said. No reply.
I went in. She was standing stock still in the gloom with her back to
the door, looking down at something in her hands.
"Hey," I said. "What have you got there?"I walked up and looked over her shoulder.
Nothing could have prepared me for the shock!