Gone…without a trace

Three long years it had been, yet it felt like yesterday. Liam was left with a cold and bitter emptiness which ached terribly .

Three years previously to the day, Liam and his best friend had been laughing over a prediction they had received from the unconvincing haggard fortune-teller at their town fair in Dorset. It was a dare and a case of “I will if you do” they both plucked up enough courage and entered the unknown in the form of a warn canvas circus tent. The aroma of incense inside was so intense that it tightened their chests. They were overcome by a slight dizziness, nothing serious but enough to give them that ‘Spaced out feeling’ similar to the sensation a person might get when intoxicated.

The reading had been fairly vague, and they thought nothing of it. The bizarre feeling soon faded away after them exiting. On walking home along the wide dusty path still joking and mocking , Liam’s converse shoelace had come undone. He stooped over to tie it in a neat bow, his face focusing on his shoe. All went silent. When he looked up his best friend Jake was gone, gone without a trace.

It had been tragic. No-one knew what had happened, there were many questions which had been left unanswered; had he run away? or had something far more sinister happened to him? Liam was left confused and deeply saddened by the loss of his closest friend, how could anyone vanish in the space of 10 seconds 1/6 of a minute ? was one of the thoughts which haunted him. A police inquiry had been undertaken for many months, he became another name on the ‘missing persons list’, his picture on posters titled “Jake Barnes-Missing have you seen this boy ?”  The frantic search led to no positive results results or hope for his devastated parents.

Unsuspected

Liam still needed an answer. His instincts informed him to return to the fair and attempt to get his fortune told again, he didn’t expect it to be the same traveller after all this time. It was exactly the same scene as it had been those three years ago. The same faded musty smelling canvas circus style tent and the identical sign etched on an old piece of blackboard “Enter if you dare Madame Mirela awaits you” it was her !

The haggard old lady gave him a sharp glance, her eyes were so dark that it was almost impossible to define the pupil from her iris, her wild thick grey hair was held away from her face by a medium thick piece of authentic silk scarf knotted at the back of her head to create a headband. “Back again child, I remember you” she stated not exactly sharply, but in a tone so sinister that it sent an icy cold chill down Liam’s spine. “What happened to Jake ?!” Liam demanded. She did not answer as if she was brushing off his question and classifying it as insignificant.

“You’ve been deeply hurt from an event three years ago, You will meet a mysterious unsuspected stranger” were the first words to be uttered from her wise lips. Liam was slightly spooked he payed her and walked rapidly out of the tent not looking where he was going. He bumped abruptly into a figure  “I knew you would come” without seeing the features of the person, Liam was dumbstruck and let out a loud gasp, he recognised his voice after all this time….

IT WAS JAKE !!

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