The Mysteries of Brambly Hollow

beneath the broad, leafy arms of the elm. A chill wind raced up the valley from the sea, tugging at the loose layers of rich auburn hair, and flicking them around her face.
    “Finn was found yesterday.” Meli had wanted to be the one to tell Elsa what had happened. Initially she had felt uncomfortable, standing beside her dead neighbours grave and having a conversation with her, but after the first couple of minutes the words had slipped naturally from her tongue, after all, Elsa was hardly likely to criticise her, as she frequently used to talk to herself. “But don’t worry, he’s fine. He was just a couple of miles away, heading back to the village. I don’t know what will become of him, but I do know that Bill will watch out for him, and make sure he’s cared for. I’ll let you know on that.” The whole village knew about Bill and his son now, which would make it easier for Bill to have some say in Finn’s future. Meli wondered what Mrs. Barber and the Countess made of the whole thing. No doubt she would hear soon enough.
    “You wouldn’t recognise the farm now, but I think you would approve.” Meli glanced up as a low rumble of thunder echoed across the distant cliff tops, beneath a growing mass of pewter clouds that were gathering ominously. “Now, come on Elsa.” she scolded. “Ken and Dean are moving in soon. They’ve done an excellent job of renovating the farm, you don’t have any cause to complain.” Her eyes flicked upwards again, but this time the heavens remained silent.
    Meli heard footsteps behind her. She knew it would be Cal and Tim.
    “Are you nearly done?” Cal asked, as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Tim thinks the rain is almost here.”
    “It’ll start any minute now, mark my words,” Tim predicted, sweeping his deep blue eyes skywards, his rim of grey hair flapping around his head like sheets on a line. “And it will be a right heavy downpour. Best get back to your car quick as you can.”
    Meli allowed herself to be led away. Twisting her neck she glanced back at Elsa. Above the church, a spear of sunlight breached a sudden tiny crack in the clouds, and lancing the branches of the elm, lit up the two graves. Yes, she mouthed, I’ll come back and visit soon, but only if you’re good.