by Paul Simpson
Epilogue
Back to Life
As the first rays of sun began to brighten the morning sky, Ffion and Jodie walked hand in hand with George following them close behind.
“Thank you for fighting for me Ffion, a mother couldn’t ask for more from her daughter than you have given to me.”
Ffion smiled as she felt like a little girl again.
George thought about what they were saying. “How exactly are you going to explain all this?” he asked.
“What, the village?” asked Ffion.
“No,” came George's reply. “That mum here has been technically missing, presumed dead for the last eight months, and now she has a daughter, I’d even say husband if he hadn’t just flown off.”
They all stopped walking and looked at each other in the realisation of Georges comment.
“Tell you what,” said Ffion, “let's all get back to the car, go for breakfast and think about it all later.”
George smiled. He’d never left the village and the thought of having a family home again excited him after all the years of living rough. He quickened his step to the car in excitement. “Well come on then, what are we waiting for I’m starving? Being my new big cat size is hungry work.”
Ffion waved her hand at him, and he turned back to his normal cat self. “George you always were a big cat, what’s this NEW thing?” she said with a giggle and picked him up to hug and fuss him.
At the car, Jodie stopped and smiled at the sight of her daughter and George, who jumped into the vehicle. Life was going to be more interesting from now on and this was the start of a new adventure. Giving one last look around in the growing light of a new day she slowly got into the car. With a rev of the engine, the VW Beetle rumbled off down the road past the Webbed Mansion and out of the village, music blaring from the open windows and the new hole in the roof.
Back at the Webbed Mansion where Jack had been killed, an inky black goop shimmered in the morning light as it crawled across the ground using stringy sticky tentacles formed from its tar like body. Looking for higher ground it began to climb up a nearby tree before spreading itself like a web between the branches. An unlucky passing butterfly became trapped within its grasp as the web reacted and ate it, causing the sticky looking goo to grow in size slightly before the face of Jack formed and grinned giving a sinister gurgling laugh.
The end...
of this Tail, not the story...
To be continued in
Ffion: Book4
The Dark Lights