Forgotten

By EgyptianGoddess

EG: This is just a story I wrote when I was bored. Hope you like it!

Prologue

The still, foggy air enclosed Middleton that night; nobody was out as they usually were. I suppose it was too cold. Or too dark. Or even too scary. The only sound was the light drizzle coming down in a pitter-patter. But, there was one more sound. It came suddenly, as quiet as possible, and as quickly as possible. Somebody was making his or her way along the cobblestone street. Hurrying, in a trench coat and hat, and carrying a simple brown bag in one hand. It was a woman, because the shoes she was wearing were high heeled and so they made a click-clack sound on the path. She was moving as fast as she could while staying as quiet as possible, heading toward the docks. The woman glanced at her watch. It was almost 12:00 am. “Damn.” She muttered under her breath, sending a cloud of breath out as she said it. She quickened her pace, until she finally reached the docks. She stopped and stood ever so still, listening for something. The woman, just as suddenly as she had stopped, stepped forward again, this time going right up to the edge of the dock. She looked around, saw she was alone, and threw the bag she had been holding into the water. She backed off, looked around once more and quickly walked off.

The bag bobbed in the water and was swept away by the current. It traveled for miles following the water, until it washed up on the shore of a beach on an island with only one house. There it lay until some unsuspecting person found it. And the island changed all because of a woman walking briskly toward the docks in the still, foggy air of Middleton with a simple brown bag in one hand that turned out to be not so simple.