Mr Harrington, by Paul White

Something astounding happened yesterday that I have to tell you about.

I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes from lunch and gazing out of the window as I did so. In the corner of the kitchen, little Jack was playing with his favourite toy, a fabric clown. I could see Jack’s delight each time he made it squeak.

3ce7075d3129635466bda2e9b8b55c7eA flock of sparrows were devouring some crusts I tossed on the lawn earlier and I could see Mr Harrington pottering about in his garden which adjoined the end of ours.

It was pretty much an ordinary and uneventful day until Mr Harrington look my way. In fact, I am sure he looked directly at me. A strange type of challenging stare. It was most unusual for him to look at me in that way and most disconcerting too.

That was when he stood, stretched his back and began running towards me. With one flying leap he hurdled the back fence, continuing to run at full speed the length of our garden scattering the sparrows as he neared the house.

But Mr Harrington did not stop running, he came dashing through the kitchen door, ran straight up to little Jack and hit him on the side of his head with a vicious, swinging swipe before turning around and dashing off.

Jack spun across the floor and slammed into the cupboard doors. Jacks clown toy flew into the air, bounced on the floor with a pathetic little squeak before coming to rest under the kitchen table.

The entire act happened so quickly, I only had time to pull my hands from the suds and pick up a towel ready to dry them, by that time Mr Harrington was half way back down the garden and heading home.

Jack was far quicker than I. He scrambled to his feet and was after Mr Harrington like a flash, jumping on him and raking his claws along his back. The two cats tumbled and twisted, matted clumps of fur flying into the air and those piercing, high pitched, ear shattering meows resonating throughout the entire estate.

Catching up with them I clapped my hands, stamped my feet and shooed at them. Mr Harrington giving up the fight and running home, while Jack came and rubbed himself around my ankles, purring away as if nothing untoward had occurred.

Looking up, I saw Mr Harrington sitting on the fence between the two gardens. He was looking back at me, head slightly tilted and wearing an expression that said “This ain’t over yet”.

I know that this to-do it is mostly my fault. You see, until I brought Jack back from the sanctuary we had welcomed Mr Harrington into our house and garden, now Jack was here Mr Harrington was, understandably, most displeased!

 

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The first time I saw him he was standing on the pavement ahead of me. He was either waiting for someone or watching something.

He scared me from the get-go. Standing over 6 feet tall he was bald headed with a large neck and biceps bigger than my thighs. He was wearing a tight black tee shirt with no sleeves and his arms were covered in tattoos. Long black-jeaned legs led up to a firm torso and large barrel like chest. I was an office worker, a little over 5 foot 2 in flats, so it’s hardly any wonder he seemed like a giant.

Without making it too obvious, as I know he had spotted me, too, I crossed the road and looked into a shop window as if I was interested. After a moment, I walked on with a quick glance over my shoulder. He was watching me. Was I obvious?

A couple of weeks later I saw him again. I was going back to work after lunch. Getting away from the desk and air conditioning was a must for me. Looking up, he was there again. This time, he was standing on the street talking to a couple of guys who looked a bit rough. They had long hair tied in ponytails and were dressed scruffily. I came to an abrupt halt and for a moment he glanced my way and then continued his conversation. I didn’t want to walk past any of them. They scared me. So I turned round and went back to the office the other way.

This guy freaked me out and I didn’t know why. We didn’t know each other; he was just a random guy on the street.

Ha! Ha! Me, Kristy Moon getting freaked out, but actually it was more than that.

My first proper encounter with him came on a night out with Sharon and Claire, my friends from the office.

We were heading to one of the nightclubs in town for some dancing. I was in the middle linking arms with my two friends. I felt good because being a short arse, my heels made me seem almost as tall as them.

As we approached he was there on door duty outside the very club we were going into. He wore a brown bomber jacket and black trousers with black lace up boots. There were gauged earrings in his ears and they caught the light and flickered at me. A tattoo of a snake ran around his neck, it’s tongue pointing in my directions.

“Shit!” I stopped abruptly jerking Sharon and Claire forward.

“What?” They both said spoke at the same time.

My eyes locked with the big man before I broke away, “I’m sorry, I can’t go in there.”

Sharon looked vexed as they both faced me.

“What on earth is the matter with you?” asked Claire.

“Why can’t you go in?” Sharon asked at almost the same time.

A shiver passed through me at the thought of walking anywhere near him. I didn’t want to risk him touching me, afraid of what I might see. I turned away from him breaking the spell I was feeding myself.

“Kristy, for God’s sake, what is the matter with you?” cried Claire.

“I have a bad feeling. I need to go home.”

“What? They gasped with disappointment. “No!”

“Yes. Go in without me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

They knew about my weird feelings, although I hadn’t elaborated. They also knew I wouldn’t change my mind.

I walked quickly in the opposite direction, but had only got a few steps when a shadow engulfed me, and my heart jumped into my mouth.

“Excuse me?” A finger on my shoulder was the worse thing he could have done. I spun around, and instead of seeing him I had a premonition.

His large hands were coming for me, his mouth forming a yell in a screwed up face. His whole body was about to crash into mine.

I was terrified until he morphed back into his present self.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“No!” I snapped staggering away from him. “I have to go!” I couldn’t tell him what I had just seen and that he was going to attack me sometime in the future.

Thankfully, as I ran away, he didn’t follow and I made my way home. I was desperate for the comfort of my blanket. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming out in gasps. The panic I felt until I reach my front door was almost overwhelming me. I literally ran to my chair and wrapped myself in the blanket and closed my eyes. Immediately my breathing and heartbeat slowed down. I rubbed my cheek with the blanket and it always calmed me.

I’d had it all my life. Granny Moon had wrapped me in it on the day I was born and as my mother slipped away.

She knew I was special from the start as she and Papa brought me up.

The wool from the blanket came from clothes worn by her father and herself and that made it moon protected. She told me I had her gift and in time I would learn to use it.

I don’t look upon it as a gift, it’s more like a curse. Granny Moon died before she could guide me and help turn it from a curse to a gift. It was my nemesis.

It warns me of things to come, but it’s always clear what I am seeing. The big man was clear. He was fearsome and I don’t know why he would attack me.

Occasionally when people touch me, I instantly know things about them. Suddenly I found I had a reputation as being the weird one. I also found that people would come to me and ask about their future. I couldn’t tell them. It didn’t always work like that. My visions were unreliable, or maybe it was me reading them incorrectly. Granny was not here to guide me.

My problems began when I told a lady that she should avoid bridges. I had such a strong vibe from her when she shook my hand. It turned out it was her daughter that need the warning. One stormy night, the river washed away a bridge in town. The daughter was travelling over it, and very lucky to have got away with her life. She suffered serious injuries and her mum blamed me. I know she was upset and distraught at the time, but I could hardly blame her.

That taught me a valuable lesson. I needed to be more careful. My reputation was irreparable and gave me no choice but to leave town. I didn’t want to live in the shadow of Granny Moon, where people constantly compared me to her, either.

Taking my Moon Blanket, I relocated to where no one knew me and strangely as I snuggle in after an episode like today, I can here Granny talking to me. It was as if I needed to get away to hear her voice clearly.

Now sitting here, I got up, changed my clothes and made a milky coffee sprinkled with cinnamon. I put the television on and lost myself in my favourite programmes. The big man’s face as he screamed at me, was banished for a while at least.

The following morning I arrived at work. The girls were waiting to pounce.

“Your hot looking guy is called Adman Reece,” said Sharon.

“He is not my hot looking guy,” I said indignantly. “He’s my scary guy.”

I sat down and put my handbag in the desk drawer and switched on my computer.

“Are you put off by the tattoos?” asked Sharon. “He had lots.”

“No, it’s not that,” I said.

“Then what? He wanted to know all about you.”

“He did? What did say?”

“Only your name and phone number.”

“And where you lived,” added Claire.

My jaw dropped slightly and they giggled. “No, of course, we didn’t, but he did know your name.”

My stomach rolled. “How?”

They shrugged. “We didn’t tell him.”

I typed my name and password at the screen prompt. How could he know my name? We didn’t know each other.

It was all a little strange and more so as to why a random man I had never heard of, would attack me.

No more was said and I discouraged them talking about it further by not asking them anymore, even though I was curious. I was also still a little afraid.

On Saturday I was cooking a lasagne. We were going to have a girly night with wine and a rom-com.

As I headed for the supermarket, my head was already in the kitchen putting all the ingredients together and imagining an evening full of laughter and wine. Walking along the payment, I had zoned out of everything around me.

Suddenly, all hell let loose as I heard a roar and a screech from behind me. At the same time the big man, Adam Reece appeared almost flying through the air towards me. His face was scrunched up in, what? Alarm? Anger? In that instant, I couldn’t tell. I could just hear him roar and that terrible noise behind me.

His arms engulfed me before I could react, and as if by slow motion, we flew through the air before slamming to the ground. That was the last thing I remember.

When I came round I was instantly aware that something was wrong. I couldn’t move my head and my neck was sore. My right arm felt wrong, heavy, and my shoulder didn’t feel right either.

“Kristy?” said a voice at the side of me. “Kristy, open your eyes, love.”

I did and for a moment the light was blinding. When it evened out, a women’s head came into focus.

“Hello, Kristy. I’m Karina, the nurse looking after you.”

“What?” My voice came out as a croak and I coughed.

“You’re in the hospital and you’ve had an accident,” she was saying.

“An accident?” I repeated because I didn’t quite believe her. I was attacked, wasn’t I?

“A bus careered off the road. You’re very lucky to be here.”

It came back to me in a flash. Adam Reece wasn’t attacking me. He was saving me.

“Adam?” His name felt strange on my lips.

“He’s down the ward. He saved your life from what I hear.”

I’d broken my collarbone and my arm, or rather Adam did as we hit the concrete. He suffered two broken ankles as the bus wheel passed over them.

Claire had been to my flat to bring me some things and my blanket came with them. It was what I needed to heal.

How could I have gotten it so wrong? Again?

The following day I felt much better except for a heavy plaster cast on my arm, which was held up by a tight sling so that it didn’t pull on my collarbone. That would heal on its own, as long as I didn’t put pressure on it or move it around.

They were going to discharge me, but there was one thing I needed to do first.

Adam was sitting up in bed reading, surprisingly he had small wire rimmed glasses on that made him look less frightening and the white hospital gown helped as well. He looked like a normal guy except his feet and lower limbs were encased in plaster. I tapped on the door with no idea what to say, art from the obvious, which felt inadequate given the circumstances.

He looked up with an expression surprise of. “Hello.” He took off his glasses and put them and the magazine on the bedside cabinet. “Come in.”

“Hello Adam,” I said feeling a little silly standing there with my blanket draped around my shoulders.

“Take a seat,” he indicated one against the wall. “Can you manage?”

I pulled it towards the bed and sat down. The blanket fell from my shoulders against the back of the chair. My voice failed me as I stared at him and he looked back at me. Neither of us seemed in a hurry to speak as we held each other’s gaze. I felt we were communicating without talking.

Goosebumps shot up my arms and I had to look away. “I came to say thank you, but more to ask why?”

His gaze shifted to a spot just behind my shoulder.

“I don’t know. It’s just something I did.” His eyes came back to me and I knew there was more. He blinked twice and then said. “You’d think I was crazy if I told you.” His eyes flickered over my shoulder again and I felt a presence behind me. The hairs on my neck stood on end and my shoulders went still. I knew before he said it.

“Sarah Moon.”

I fought the urge to turn around afraid of what I ‘d see, or perhaps what I wouldn’t. There was another long pause before he spoke again and I shivered despite the heat.

“Sarah came to me in a dream. She said that I should look out for you.”

“Sarah is my Granny,” he nodded. “But why? How?”

“I don’t know. I never know these things.”

“What do you mean?”

He nodded. “Not just Sarah, other people. Other dreams. I have to do what they say because, despite my bad boy image, I can’t escape who I really am.”

“And who’s that?”

He didn’t speak straight away. He wet his lips with his tongue as if he was deliberating.

“A guardian angel.”

I stared at him. He was deadly serious. “You’re a guardian angel?” He nodded. “My Granny came to you because she knew this was going to happen?”

He grunted and I leaned forward and took one of his big hands in mine. His fingers closed around the back of my palm. I felt only good in him. I saw how he’d spent his life fighting against what he really was and at the same time, he couldn’t change what was in his heart.

Once again his eyes moved passed my shoulders and I saw a faint smile play at the corner of his lips.

“She’s here, isn’t she?”

He nodded and I still couldn’t turn around. Goosebumps flooded my body. “Does this happen to you a lot?”

“Never like this. Never so intense.”

I smiled. “That’s my Granny.” I looked down and he was still holding my hand, his thumb was brushing my skin. I looked up and into his eyes and they met mine steadily.

“Granny raised me and she has protected me ever since. She heals me and now she will heal you.” I wrapped my blanket around him.

I stood up and made my way to the door. Stopping, I turned back to him and saw him put both hands on the blanket. For a moment I a saw a shape shimmer beside him.

“Granny is with you.”

“I know,” he said, “I can see her.”

I smiled. I now knew that my gift, with Adam’s help, would never be a curse.

August 6th 1972

Capture dI have always kept a diary and in 1972 my Nana gave one to me.

There was one entry:

August 6th 1973: Aunty Bitch Rutter’s birthday, send 1oz of poison.

My 15 year old self had no idea what that was or what it meant.

It was some years later I realised Aunty Bitch Rutter was Nana’s sister. They fell out and didn’t speak for about 17 years. Sad really. I remember her as a little girl and visiting her. Then I didn’t see her again until I was almost 20.

Aunty Kath was lovely and they were so alike. My mum said they spent as much time arguing as they did laughing and no one seemed to know or talk about the rift.

It was sad because Aunty Kath was lovely, and I loved seeing them together. They both talked to each other at exactly the same time carrying on a conversation as if it was normal. They laughed a lot and were often silly together and that was fun to see. Sadly we only had her for another four years before she died quite suddenly.

I’ll never know why Nana decided that she wanted me to see that and wrote it in the diary before giving it to me.

Now every year when they day comes I think of them and what fun and lovely people they were.

 

Nana & Auntie Kath