Making her way down the cobbled street towards the shop, her mind raced ahead to the decrepit antiques. She remembered the old furniture, the piles of books, the rocking horse but behind these was something else, something that had caught her eye before but now the image escaped her though she tried desperately to recall it.
Having been so lost in her thoughts, she suddenly realised she didn't know where she was. Glancing quickly around she could see that the terraced houses of the village had been left far behind her but the lighthouse was ahead but the path she had wound up on was unsteady, especially in the dark. It was high at the edge of the cliff which framed the shingle beach far below and only the shine of the lighthouse lamp could guide her back to the village.
She turned round to head back to the village but as she did so, she caught sight of something unusual. A boy on the rocks, no older than the Timmins’ boy, Joshua. He sat there, watching the waves and suddenly turned and was looked straight at Jessica. Startled, she stepped back and he was gone. The beam of the light house had moved to the other side of the headland and the bay was plunged in darkness.
Testing the ground as she went, she felt her way back along the path towards the village and
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