Welcome back to the daily prompts. Day four – bit of a horror this one.
Clapping Field Energy: use these 3 words
They hadn’t intended to skive off school. A hot summer sun bathed the field in golden light and the summons was too much to resist. They paused on the country lane, mid-trudge, eyed each other and grinned. Satchels safely hidden in a hedge, packed lunches extracted, they climbed the gate and meandered along the path edging the head-high corn. Tall stands of Queen Ann’s lace, hogweed, thick clumps of nettles and sticky weed marked their way.
The sun rose higher, catching them in its heat to drain their energy. They paused, swigged water from bottles, moved on with heavier legs. The path turned left, over a stile, and into woods. They welcomed the shady coolness beneath the trees, and carried on, restored.
When hunger caught them, they spread their picnic on the sparsely grassed forest floor and leaned their backs against a fallen tree. They had barely taken a bite when the clapping sounded. Close by. No voices, simply a steady rhythm, mocking them.
The clapper came into view. Tall, shrouded in a dark cloak inappropriate for the weather, the figure advanced on them. The clap, clap of its long, bony figures boomed like drumbeats marching soldiers off to war, while from within the shadowed hood a loud hissing, a Tsk, Tsk, scolded them.
They huddled into each other, their heartbearts thundering to match the clapping – until they ceased beating at all.
And that’s how they found them, two naughty children who should never have skived off school.
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