It lay there, golden and yet, forbidding. Who knew what
lived in those tall, dry grasses. Barry Codger swore that
he had seen a three-eyed mouse: “I tell you, for goodness
sake! It was staring right up at me!” Nobody had even
bothered to remember how it got there – the field
had just always been there. Now, in the modern world, its
true place in life was revealed………….
tell you umpteen times if I had to, I don’t care.
You won’t go into that old field!” My Mum was
driving herself up a brick wall. I knew my brother Laurence
knew ………..that Mum wanted us to stay out
of ‘that old place’: but we knew that we just
had to go in.
The day we chose was bright and awfully hot, no ghosts (
if that’s what the field contained ) would scare us
in broad daylight, no way! Our E.P.’s (explorer’s
packs) were ready. I kept on rechecking mine, as if I was
determined to find something that I’d forgotten to
pack. It was all there: torch, spare batteries, sandwiches,
gum, watch n’ compass, raincoat…..I won’t
bore you with the incredibly long list. My brother Laurence
strode ahead, confidently. Oooh…….it makes me
so angry to see him like that, strutting about like a balloon.
Anyway, we reached the field and drawing our swords (penknives
actually) we hacked a path through this unexplored jungle.
Crickets chirped and grated but they were the only sounds
that we could hear. The bird song had been cut out ages
ago. The earth was damp and sludgy….no sunlight filtered
through the solid wall of grass heads that soared powerfully
up to meet and clash with the rays. Laurence’s knife
had broken minutes ago, and now my knife arm was tiring,
the cold steel of the blade blunted at the edge. We trudged
on in silence, my brother and I. Our entrance was a mere
pinprick of light in the eternal blackness of the field.
Then we met our worst nightmare. Rising out of the darkness
were obscure shadows, blacker than night itself. The ground
trembled………..Then the shadows spoke. Well,
they weren’t exactly speaking but a noise came out
of their mouths ( did they have them?). I mingled together
and became one, sounding as a low, monotonous hum. In fact,
it was slightly soothing. Hmmm…….I liked that
sound……! Wait. It was great! I’d never
heard anything like it in my entire life. It was harmonies
and melodies, major and minor, octaves apart, yet all this
hidden in one single, beautiful note. I felt the penknife
drop from my hand. Suddenly. I seemed to be falling, down,
down into nothingness. Noooo………! The music
was fading. I felt as if, when it went, I would no longer
have even the will to live. Then oblivion embraced me like
It’s quite nice here. Laurence and I are sunbathing
on a Hawaiian beach, each with an ice-cream the size of
an adult’s arm. Whenever you wish for food or something
like that, it just appears. Paradise at last. Or is it really?
: Edmund De Souza : age 11
Elmhurst School , Croydon