Connal

PART FOUR CONTINUED

Connal was in the dark. He hated the dark; it was always cold and full of strange dangerous noises. Although there were no dangerous noises in this dark it was just as bad because neither mother nor father nor anyone else was there. That was why there were scared tears trickling down his cheeks and his little scared body was trembling.

There was a sound in front of him. Someone was coming. Someone was coming with a light.

“Mummy?” Connal said, timidly, but as the figure drew closer he saw that, although the advancing form was feminine, it was not his mother. Mother was short and had dark brown hair which she plaited every day whereas this lady was very tall and had loose red hair. She came and knelt in front of him.

“Hello little boy.” she smiled and set down her light, “Do you like chocolate?”