Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx Yorkshire, England
I sat on the edge of a green field looking at a blaze of yellow in the fields, buttercup and ragwort in full bloom. I had walked along a grassy track and was about halfway between two copses and decided to just sit and look at what was some of my inherited land to be farmed on my behalf by a neighbour. Behind me was a field to be used for hay, separated from this field by a wire and post fence with a few straggly blackthorn bushes forming a sort of hedge. I wondered if I could take cuttings and thicken the hedge. I had read somewhere about the loss of hedges and the impact it was having on wildlife. Well, I owned this, perhaps I could do something about it.
I looked forwards and the sky was a sea of fast moving clouds, they were almost boiling and the few bits of blue were rapidly being erased by grey and white. The light was rapidly fading, colours washing out, grey seemed the predominant shade. I felt a drop, and then another, and then loads, the sky seemed to be emptying and mostly on me. I was about to make a run for the nearby copse when I heard a rumble of thunder. Sod that, I wasn't going to get shelter under trees in a thunder storm. I looked around, if I stood up and made a run for the farm then I would be a tall thing in thunderstorm.
No. I am staying put, I am going to get wet and that is it, rather wet than cooked alive by a bolt of lightning. I started seeing the streaks as they flew across the sky, in front of me and also behind and some right overhead, it was in all honesty both awe inspiring and terrifying. The power you could see in those lightning streaks was awesome, the potential for destruction obvious. I just lay there, not raising my head, watching bolt after bolt, my ears ringing with the booms of thunder, my watch warning me of risk to my hearing because of the loud sound environment.
No shit sherlock. Yes it is loud, very bloody loud, but no way I was moving until it stopped. To say I was soaked would be an understatement. My blouse was transparent, my bra equally so, looking down I could actually see my nipples. My skirt was just sodden and clinging to my thighs, my knickers were clinging to me in a really uncomfortable way. I raised myself a little and pulled them off, convinced that no knickers would be more comfortable. They disagreed and fought me the whole way, clinging uncomfortably to my legs the whole way down. Still the rain poured from the skies, the far side of the valley now lost in the mists of the rain.
As I lay there I tried to recall what the far side of the fields looked like, I don't recall any structures, but I was sure there were some telegraph poles and some smaller local grid pylons, but, well I couldn't be one hundred percent sure. One huge flash across the valley startled me so much and the thunder almost instantly with it had my ears ringing. That lightning had actually been lower than me, down below me in the valley. I was convinced more than ever that not moving from where I was would prove to be the right decision.
Everything seemed to be calm after that flash bang. It seemed that the storm was coming to an end, no more flashes or booms, the rain lightened and the light got brighter. After about ten minutes more of me cowering on the ground, the rain stopped and blue holes appeared in the sky, the sea of grey and white breaking up. I gave it another ten minutes before I moved. There was a copse to the left of me, another to the right, and I was in the middle, despite the storm being almost at ground level, scarily so, none of the trees seemed to have been struck. Sod's law says that had I been sheltering in one of the copses, that would have been the copse that was struck.
I stood, my sodden knickers in my hand, and looked about me. The air was less muggy, there was the smell of ozone, in fact, it smelled like the seaside, the sky was more than half blue, and you wouldn't think anything had happened here. I headed back to the farmhouse, a really uncomfortable slog, my blouse hanging cold and wet from my shoulders, so uncomfortable in fact that I undid the buttons and pulled it off, wrung it out, and carried it with my knickers.
'Oh look a woman in her bra' said absolutely no one, there was no one to see. I could have been naked and no one would have known. I was tempted, but in the end didn't. I wouldn't have cared if someone had come along and seen me naked, I am just like half the world, so, odds are anyone who saw me would either have looked just like me, or would have seen someone just like me. Unless they were aliens of course, and then I saw someone.
He, an assumption, was wearing a black cowled tunic of some kind and carried a scythe. Really? Out here? Well, the police and CSI would have difficulty understanding my dismembered body, that would be sure, and then I recognised him as I got closer.
"Oh. It's you, what are you doing here, it's not my time yet."
"YOU CAN SEE ME?" His deep voice seemed to echo.
"Of course I can see you, why wouldn't I?" Stupid being. It seems Yorkshire was teeming with mythological and other worldly beings. Death was just the latest.
"YOU SHOULD NOT SEE ME."
"Oh stop using that silly tone of voice."
"WHAT, oh, right sorry. You should not see me until my scythe cuts your tether to this world, and then I take you to your next destination."
"Don't be so bloody silly," I answered, "it is not my time yet. Do you do this often, take people before their time? Do you need to go on a refresher training course I wonder, who is your boss? Perhaps I should have a word."
"WHAT?"
"Tone of voice, tone of voice. Yeah, I definitely think you need some more training. I will mention it."
As we approached the copse nearest the farmhouse he simply walked into a tree and didn't come out the other side. This was not the first time I had encountered him, I knew that, but oddly my previous encounters with him were hazy in my memory, I wondered why that was you would think such a meeting would etch itself into my brain.
Looking ahead I could see the chimneys on the farmhouse, soon be home. Not that it was my actual home, this was just my inheritance, my country residence. I was hoping that my father in law would come and live here, but he hadn't committed yet. He was sort of in favour, but not completely. As I walked along the grassy track next to the fence in my bra and skirt I noticed a sort of disturbance in the air in front of me. I stopped unsure what to make of it. The disturbance coalesced and became a shape. Oh here we go again, why me, why do I get all the mythological and imaginary creatures? Is my brain addled, am I in fact lying dead somewhere?
"Hello," the recently coalesced said, "I am delighted to meet you. I am Uriel."
Oh good grief.
"Hello, and what are you doing here may I ask?"
"I am here to meet you, you intrigue me and my fellows."
"Well I don't know why I am sure."
Uriel was probably six feet tall, had golden curly hair, a rather nice physique in terms of muscle development and what looked to be a very pleasant dick. Yes, he was naked, but then I was almost naked myself. He settled down on the ground and stood beside me, my body tingled and seemed drawn to him.
