01 Prologue

They found it years before, when their kids were young, buried at the bottom of the garden: a rusted chocolate fingers tin. Inside, wrapped carefully in a silk scarf: a lock of hair, two peacock feathers tied in a simple knot, a photograph of a holidaying couple, torn apart then reassembled with sticky tape, an old british pound note, a dried rose and a lottery ticket, “PLEASE HELP ME, I AM LOST” scrawled on the back.

Many years later, looking at honeymoon photos with their son, recognition flickered and a cold dread began to fill their stomachs.

Published in: on May 22, 2011 at 9:56 pm  Leave a Comment