by Sarah Fairhurst

Created on: November 27, 2008

It was 4am, two neatly packed bags sat by the stiff bristled mat by the backdoor. Atop the larger of the two is a set of keys, several keys of different shapes and sizes. A shiny brass key for the lock on the barn door, a long rusting key for the ageing farm house door, a small padlock key, two identical silver keys for the gun cabinet, and a black car key printed with the words "Land Rover". They were all attached to a faded green enamel key ring which if examined carefully revealed the words "Visit Scotland" and scraped into the black paint on the back was "David".

Upstairs all is quiet in the large house; all the beds have been made pristine, pending the return of their owners the coming morning. The house is still apart from the in the lounge where a fire rages in the old brick fireplace, in front of the fireplace is a large green armchair, the upholstery was faded and ragged in places but this was the farmers favourite chair and time after time he had refused to let his wife buy a new set of covers for it. In the chair sat David Sutherland, a tall well built man, he had short brown hair and bright hazel eyes. David is the kind of man you could easily imagine playing rugby on a Saturday morning, of course being the man that he is David was an avid rugby fan, often found amongst the crowds of England supporters in the Kings Arms, cheering their nation to victory. In great contrast to that picture here he sat, still and calm and instead of a pint of bitter he held a whiskey glass, empty but for half a centimetre in the bottom. In his other hand there's a pen and across his lap is an expensive piece of linen paper that he'd bought especially. He placed the pen into his top pocket and took a moment to read his letter, it read;

Dear Mum, Dad and Helena

As you may well have realised I've left, and I know this is a shock to you.

My life has been a great deal more complicated than any of you knew, and I've decided to end the torment and leave, I might come back but that is not important right now, I know this will upset you and for that I'm sorry but this had to be done, I needed to get away. None of you know why I'm doing this and I know this is going to trouble you, therefore during the journey to my destination I will write to you, and hopefully get things clear in your minds. Once again I'm sorry for doing this to you but sooner or later you will understand me.

Goodbye for now

Your David

David was pleased with what he'd written and got up from the chair, he leant

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