Joyce was furious. She was wrapped up in the cold weather on a cold winter evening. Her feet felt like blocks of ice. Why had she come up here after all these years. What was the point? The thing was that she had to come up here and that was that.
She pulled her silly tomato hat out of her bag. They used to laugh at her but that was years ago. When Thomas was alive. He used to say,
“you’ll never get lost in that hat”. How she missed him. The wind howled, a strange noise was heard.
“Wwwhhat was that”, whispered Joyce. Joyce was brave. She carried on walking. Suddenly Joyce saw something that looked like a tornado. The noise got louder.
“Ok”, she thought.
So she walked on. Step by step she got more nervous. Then Joyce remembered this thing, it was called the singing ringing tree.
“The singing ringing tree”, Joyce said cautiously.
Suddenly the singing ringing tree started to glow and started to split. It slowly opened and in the middle of the singing ringing tree stood a grave. Joyce took a few steps forward when she saw the words. Thomas Matthews died in 1999. Joyce ran over to the grave.
Joyce sat there for hours sobbing, the wind was blowing in her face as her hair stuck to her wet cheeks. Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder and she heard the words,
“I told you you wouldn’t get lost in that hat, Joyce did I not.”
“Thomas?”
