We were told that a visit to High Noon Lane could be problematic. There were rumours about the lane to suggest it could be dangerous.
My aged companion Crisp was determined that on our holiday we’d make every day an exciting one.
She’d read all the stories and wanted to see for herself if the stories of aliens and mysterious disappearances had any truth to them.
Crisp was especially excited and made her way down the lane looking about calling to me to keep up.
For me this place was weird. There was something in the air that spelt trouble.
Around a corner, I lost her. She had disappeared. I panicked that something had happened to her. What was I going to tell her kids?
Then a tap on my shoulder and her delightful laugh had me cursing her and her peculiar sense of humour.