by Maryann Macleod

Created on: May 08, 2008

"Red skies at night shepherds delight..."
I muse, watching the sun sink below the green hills in the distance leaving a faint pink glow in its wake. I look across at the boy I can never have and smile, happy in the knowledge that he will be there forever, that he will never hurt me. He is examining his arms, both are scratched from the elbows to the tips of his fingers, my own are too. Our walk through the grounds had been slightly more eventful than either of us had expected. He becomes aware of my gaze and lifts his eyes to meet mine,

"We almost didn't get out of that one."
He grins, his mischievous child's eyes lighting up in his twenty-one year old face. I try to keep a straight face but his grin is contagious and I can't help smiling back. I lie back on the grass, feeling my aching muscles relax in the lingering heat of the day and think back over our trip.

David had phoned me early in the morning and asked if I would like to meet him and go for a walk, this was a regular occurrence for us, wandering aimlessly around Stornoway castle grounds, regardless of the weather and neither with any clear sense of where we were going or how to get back, getting lost was half the fun. I met him at the entrance to the grounds and began our walk, just strolling along the road at first, looking eagerly for any hidden tracks. I felt like a child when I was with him; exploring the woods, climbing trees and play fighting. That was his influence I knew, he was always sneaking up behind me at work, just to frighten me, putting pieces of ice from the supermarket freezers down my back or throwing things at my when our managers backs were turned. He had his serious side too, I could tell him anything and know instinctively that he would never repeat anything or ever judge me. And what made him so much easier to talk to than any of my other friends was that he never told me what I wanted to hear, and I admired his honesty for that.
As we walked along past the car park, he decided that we would go down to see an old abandoned house which was hidden from the road. The house itself was just an empty shell, a small almost shack like building with only two rooms, although I was intrigued by the fact that both rooms had a fireplace each. The cement foundations were showing through the broken floorboards, the door was lying on the grass outside and there was no sign of the glass which should have been on the windows. Even though the house was a wreck, the view of the area around it was

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