In the beginning 5

There I was in a strange house – hoping to hear a dial tone and all I was able to access was BT’s recorded message – I felt as if I could scream or cry or both for that matter. I ran back into the kitchen and outside – I wasn’t sure whether I should ride along the track or head back down to the main road and see whether I could see Johan and flag down a passing motorist – worried sick and very nervously I started making my way down to the road again . . .I kept a look out for our blue ford – but I could not see it neither could I see any other vehicles – when I was still too far from the road a car did pass but remembering what had happened last time I thought there was no point unless I could actually get into the road and make it clear I wanted them to stop and that I was just some damn tourist or something who wanted to wave to everyone. When I reached the gate I noticed that Johan’s bicycle was no where to be seen . . . .I gingerly opened the gate – almost ready to run at the first sign of anyone or anything . . .nothing happened - I walked back to where I had seen Johan’s bike lying on the road – no sign of it or of Johan for that matter . . .had he ridden off – surely not – he knew where I was headed – maybe that was why he had ridden off to keep them away from me – you would be surprised of everything that goes through your mind in those few split seconds – there was no trace of him – then I saw something that turned my heart cold – there was blood against a small young tree not far from where the bike had been lying -Oh God – John has been hurt – what has happened – if I had started to calm down – I had now taken of like a concord again and I was soaring above the clouds again. I heard the noise of an approaching vehicle and it was red – so I felt quite reassured . . .