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I was sat on the bacheca outside the same run down building; searching for anything that would help me remember, but found nothing.
“FOR GOD’S SAKE!” I yelled exasperated. Why couldn’t I remember this place? My hands clenched around the brick wall, causing it to crumble to pieces.
“I’M USLESS AT THIS”
“Jasper?” I turned around hearing the beautiful breezy voice of Alice.
I glanced at my watch; I had been away from just over two days. How long exactly had I been sat on this wall?
“You detto te were going to come back in two days and I didn’t see te coming back.” She whispered perching on the bacheca successivo to me. She had to jump to get up and her feet hung above the ground.
“I’ll always come back to te Alice.” I smiled, turning to see her perfect face.
“I can help te look if te want......although te may find the place you’re looking for is closer than te think.”
She opened the creaking gate, taking my hand in hers and pulling my through. I looked down to the floor, peering through Tall erba swaying in the breeze. Alice was so small I almost Lost her. She knelt to the ground, using her hands to sposta away the shrubs from the slab of stone. Across it was written:
“Jasper Whitlock, Born 1843- Died 1862” Alice read out loud. They presumed I had died? I wondered if my family had been upset.
“I wondered what’s buried under there.” I wondered out loud
“We could see if te want?” Alice suggested. “But it’s probably a load of stones o something like that.” I shook my head, getting to my feet.
“Hey...are te ok?” She asked grabbing my hand as I turned to walk away.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I detto managing to smile weakly at her.
“Do te want to go home?” She asked.
“I have a different idea.” I smiled grabbing her hand and pulling her into her car.
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I was sat on the bacheca outside the same run down building; searching for anything that would help me remember, but found nothing.
“FOR GOD’S SAKE!” I yelled exasperated. Why couldn’t I remember this place? My hands clenched around the brick wall, causing it to crumble to pieces.
“I’M USLESS AT THIS”
“Jasper?” I turned around hearing the beautiful breezy voice of Alice.
I glanced at my watch; I had been away from just over two days. How long exactly had I been sat on this wall?
“You detto te were going to come back in two days and I didn’t see te coming back.” She whispered perching on the bacheca successivo to me. She had to jump to get up and her feet hung above the ground.
“I’ll always come back to te Alice.” I smiled, turning to see her perfect face.
“I can help te look if te want......although te may find the place you’re looking for is closer than te think.”
She opened the creaking gate, taking my hand in hers and pulling my through. I looked down to the floor, peering through Tall erba swaying in the breeze. Alice was so small I almost Lost her. She knelt to the ground, using her hands to sposta away the shrubs from the slab of stone. Across it was written:
“Jasper Whitlock, Born 1843- Died 1862” Alice read out loud. They presumed I had died? I wondered if my family had been upset.
“I wondered what’s buried under there.” I wondered out loud
“We could see if te want?” Alice suggested. “But it’s probably a load of stones o something like that.” I shook my head, getting to my feet.
“Hey...are te ok?” She asked grabbing my hand as I turned to walk away.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I detto managing to smile weakly at her.
“Do te want to go home?” She asked.
“I have a different idea.” I smiled grabbing her hand and pulling her into her car.
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