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Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx. Yorkshire England
It was time to go and check the sheep, you have to check them at least once a day, if a sheep manages to lay on its back, it can’t get up again and will die. And sheep do somehow manage to fall on their backs. Don’t know how, never seen them do it, but they do, so my first chore on any day is to go and check the sheep.
I greased all her nipples, checked her fluids and then fired up the old Massey ready to head on out. The sky was looking stormy as I headed on out of the barn leaving behind the usual cloud of smoke. She was quite old, the Massey, but she was purely mechanical, no electronics to go wrong, and so I was able to maintain her myself. New filters every hundred hours, checking fluids to make sure there were no water leaks, keeping her in the barn to make sure she was out of the worst of the weather. I looked after her, she worked well for me, and that was the way things should be. A bit of smoke? She is just saying hello.
As I pulled out on to the track to go down to the middle meadow, I saw someone sat on the grass next to my entrance. Just an early walker having a rest I guessed. It was a bit of a shock though; she looked so much like my daughter who had disappeared ten years ago. She had gone out for a walk and just never came back. Police dogs tracked her scent to the middle of the lower meadow and then that was it. Her scent just stopped. We searched all our farm, all the buildings, the becks, the ponds, wading them myself with sticks, nothing.
My wife never recovered and was weakened and ill ever after. When the pandemic came she just silently slipped away. We were all locked down, the authorities came and took her body and I never saw her again. They sent me a box of her ashes a few months later, she now sits on the Mantle in the front sitting room. It is just me now, my life overlooked by Jessie on her mantle. Oh well, life, as they say, goes on.
I left the young girl behind and headed on down to middle meadow and checked all the sheep, all standing. Good. I don’t make a huge living from the sheep. I have just over one hundred and twenty, and I rotate them. Each year I select a few of the lambs to keep, usually around ten or so, and they replace the older ewes which I turn into mutton for the freezer. That keeps me in meat. I grow potatoes, just for my own consumption, a few onions for flavour. I buy flour from the mill in the next town, and that enables me to make my own bread. I just keep it simple, keeping costs down, a hundred or so lambs each year is never going to make me a millionaire, but it keeps me in food.
The lambs all checked, a quick check around the fences to make sure they were intact and I went back for some breakfast. It would be toast and tea. It was always toast and tea. I had thought about keeping chickens, but no, chickens always, somehow, attract rats, and I did not want to increase the farms attraction to rats. Everything edible was kept in metal bins in the barn. I swept up any spillages, burnt what could be burnt, and tried to minimise the risk. Adding chickens to the mix just for a few eggs wasn’t worth it.
As I pulled back into the yard I noticed that the girl was still there. I put the Massey in the barn, checked her over to make sure something hadn’t fallen off or broken and turned her off, ready for tomorrow. I walked back through the yard and went to the girl sat on the grass. Oh my God she really was the spit of my poor missing Mary. This was a cruel world.
“Are you alright love,” I asked her.
She just looked blankly at me. I bent to my haunches and touched her face. “Love, are you okay, do you need help?”
She just looked at me, seemingly looking straight through me as if looking at something behind me. Well, this was worrying. She was obviously unwell in some way, possibly mentally, she wasn’t a sheep so I had no idea. The weather was beginning to turn, and she would get soaked if I left her out here.
“Come on love, let’s get you in and get you a cup of tea.”
I took her hands and pulled her to her feet and cajoled her into the farmhouse, sitting her on a chair at the kitchen table. She was wearing the same clothes Mary was wearing when she disappeared, but that may not mean anything, Jeans and a jumper were pretty common attire I guessed.
“I’ll just put the kettle on love.”
Nothing, no response. She sat on the chair the way that she had sat on the grass, just sitting, unmoving, non-responsive. I put some water in the kettle, I never filled it, waste of electricity heating up water I wasn’t going to use. I know I have solar panels and that I export more power than I use, and I know that I recently installed a battery pack to tide me over during the frequent winter power cuts, but still. Old habits.
I rinsed a couple of mugs, tea bag in each and waited for the kettle to boil. I looked more closely at her. She was the absolute spit of my missing Mary, or rather, how she was ten years ago. If she antalya travesti were alive still Mary would have aged ten years by now. The radio in the background was talking about the mysterious lights in the sky last night with reports coming in from all over Yorkshire. I hadn’t seen them, once I had shut up shop I was in my bed and out for the count. I remembered that the day Mary disappeared there had been UFO sightings too.
“Ptah, just a coincidence,” I said quietly to myself.
The kettle boiled and I poured the hot water into the two mugs and stirred and then removed the bags and put them in the small compost bin on the window sill. A splash of milk in each and another stir. I put one mug in front of the girl, and I sat at the chair next to her with my tea.
“Do you understand me?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Can you tell me your name?” Well, I had to start somewhere.
She looked scared, her eyes flicking from side to side.
“I can’t I don’t know it.” Oh shit, she had Mary’s voice too. What cruel game was this?
“Okay, no worries. Do you know how you came to be sitting on my grass?”
“No. I just woke up there.”
“Okay, perhaps someone dropped you off there. Do you remember where you were before?”
“No. I was asleep and then I was there. I know I was floating but I can’t remember, it is all fuzzy.”
“Okay, let’s not worry. Try a sip of your tea, it may be just a bit too hot though, so be careful.”
She reached out and held the mug, just holding it for a few moments before picking it up and putting it to her lips.
“Thank you,” she said and took a sip, and then a bigger drink and before I knew it, she had drained the mug.
“Crikey, It looks like you needed that. I’ll give it a few minutes and then I can make you another.”
“Toilet.” She said.
“Come on, it’s over here, I’ll show you.” I took her hand and led her to the downstair loo. She went in, fumbled with her jeans and pulled them down and sat, no shutting the door, just sat and peed. I did look away, but my eyes did see her nakedness briefly and my brain immediately stored those images in storage. What is the matter with me? Am I just an old pervert.
I stood to one side and heard her messing with her clothes, pulling them up and refastening I hoped. I braved and turned and looked, yes, she was decent again. She walked out and I leant in and flushed. She looked at me, “sorry” she said.
“Let’s get you another tea. Sit yourself down.”
As she sat back on the chair I put a little more water in the kettle and turned it on to heat. As I looked at her sat there, my brain edited out her clothes and I saw her naked. I shook my head, annoyed at myself. I know it had been years since I had last seen a naked woman, but for God’s sake, this child was young enough to be my missing daughter, nineteen, twenty at most, what was up with me for God’s sake.
I rinsed her mug and made her a fresh tea.
“Here you are love, let it cool for a bit first. If you are really thirsty I can get you a glass of water to tide you over.”
She just looked at me and shook her head. It was odd, I have never read up on amnesia, but she knew many things, like how to speak, shaking or nodding heads, but seemed to forget so many others, like her name, or how to use a loo. Odd, but then I am no expert.
“Do you know where you are love,” I asked, I thought it worth keep asking similar questions, her brain seemed to be working after a fashion.
“Farm.”
“Yes, my farm, do you know where that is?”
“Home.”
That completely blew my mind. Was this Mary? Could it be? No, it couldn’t, she would be ten years older now, she would, should, know who I am, no, this was a cruel trick of fate, I could not get my hopes up.
“Your home love?” I asked with a tremor in my voice, “do you live here.”
“I don’t know. Farm. Home.”
Her brain was muddled. Should I phone someone, the doctors perhaps, and then I thought of the difficulties of trying to explain the situation to the receptionist, it would be impossible, and anyway, what could a GP do? Probably very little. They would probably take her away to a home somewhere and examine her and I would never see her again, I would never know. Is she my daughter? Jessie would know straight away, and I was angry that she wasn’t here, and I was angry with myself for not knowing.
I realised that she had an odour about her. Should I get her in the shower perhaps, but I didn’t have any clothes that would fit her, when my wife Jessie died, I had sent all her and Mary’s clothes to the charity shop, I didn’t need them, they just took up space. I had dismantled Mary’s bedroom and stored the bed flat against one wall. The only bed in the farmhouse was the double that Mary and I had shared, that was now mine alone.
How could I suggest she take a shower when I had no alternative clothing for her. It seemed odd, but she really did need to get clean. I supposed I could give her one of my shirts izmir travesti to wear whilst I washed her clothes.
“Would you like a shower and to freshen up? I can give you something to wear whilst I wash your clothes, or would you prefer to get on your way to wherever you were going?”
She looked at me and then down at her clothes.
“Shower,” she said and stood up.
“Okay, follow me.”
I led the way upstairs to the bathroom.
“This is the shower, I will turn it on for you and then when you are read you can step in. The towels are here on the rack, and soap is on the little shelf. I will go and find you something to put on.”
I went to my bedroom and grabbed one of my shirts, quite large, would certainly keep her covered up and decent. I went back into the bathroom to put the shirt where she would find it and she was already in the shower. Just standing there, water cascading over her head. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it, I stood and watched her, the water pouring over her naked body, over her breasts, her stomach and her sex.
She just looked at me as I looked at her, and then she seemed to come to life and turned and reached for the soap. I snapped back to reality, grabbed her dirty clothes and left her to it. I checked the pockets of her jeans, nothing, so I just threw everything into the machine on a low temperature quick wash. I was sure any wash would be better than no wash.
I sat at the table. What was I to do. Was she my daughter returned from whatever had happened, from wherever she had been? Logic told me she couldn’t be, she was too young. Logic told me that she couldn’t possibly be Mary, but then, who was she? Where had she come from? Was she perhaps in the aftermath of some drug overdose? I had no idea about drugs, about all I ever took was an occasional aspirin.
I turned at a slight nose, she was stood there wearing the shirt but with all the buttons undone, showing, revealing, more than she should. I stood and did up the buttons until she was decent, and then went up and turned the shower off and hung the towel over the towel rail.
Back in the kitchen she was stood where I had left her.
“Come on love, let’s get a more comfy chair.” I took her into the sitting room and pointed to the armchair. “Here love you sit here.”
I sat opposite and then realised that I could see between her legs, oh my goodness, how could I look away?
“Do you remember your name yet love” I asked her.
She shook her head.
“Do you remember any more about where you were before?”
“Bits. The walls were metal, and I floated a lot. I think hospital, they kept doing things and then I would sleep, and then it all happened again, and then I woke up and I was here.”
“Okay, well, no one will be doing tests on you here, you can relax.”
“Yes.”
I could not fathom it, metal walls, floating? It pointed at a spacecraft of some sort, but, that was all fiction surely?
“Toilet.”
“Okay can you remember where it is?”
She got up and went to the downstairs loo, again she didn’t shut the door, but this time she flushed. She came back in and sat down. She seemed more with it. Perhaps every time she used the loo she was flushing more of whatever medication she had been on out of her system.
“I will make more tea,” I said as she came back into the room.
“Thank you.” Ah, now that was progress, a thank you.
I went and made two teas, at this rate I would be going to the loo as often as she did. I put her tea on the little side table by her chair and sat once more opposite, and once more my eyes were drawn to between her legs.
“Everything is fuzzy,” she said. “Things are there bit I can’t understand them. I can’t put it all together, I am sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I guess the best thing is not to push it or force it. It will come back when it is ready.”
“I think I am scared, but I don’t know what of.”
At that moment the storm erupted. Heavy rain crashed against the barn roof and I rushed to shut the farmhouse door. It is usually open, but not in the rain. Shutting it would at least keep out some of the noise. As I went back into the sitting room, the first peel of thunder rattled the house followed almost immediately buy a bright flash of lightening.
The girl physically startled and looked at me her eyes wide and staring, her mouth open. I put my arms out and she quickly stood and rushed to me, I cuddled her trying to be reassuring.
“It is just a thunderstorm, they tend to be loud here, I think it is because of the hills around us that they start right above us. It will soon move away, but there will be a few more bangs and flashes yet though.”
I could feel her body pressing against me, her nipples hard digging into my chest even though our clothes, and I realised that she was pressing against the erection that I didn’t know I had. I tried to ease away a little, but she just clung tighter, pressed more. I was uncomfortable, I was annoyed at my body’s reactions, it felt wrong to me, yet I could not control it any more than I could control the weather.
She turned in my arms so that she was directly facing me and looked into my eyes, still pressing her body against me, this time my dick was lined up with the top of her legs. Oh dear God, but for a thickness of material.
“Safe” she said.
“It is okay, you will be okay.” I lead her back to the armchair and pushed her to sit. I sat back in my sofa, my eyes homing in on the gap at the tops of her thighs. It was almost too much to bear. Almost. I forced my eyes up and to look at her face.
“Here good.” She said.
“I am glad to hear it, but hopefully at some point you will remember where you are from and we can get you home.”
“Home. I am home.”
I wasn’t sure. Was she Mary? How could she be? Abducted by aliens and then returned? It was implausible, unlikely, but probably not impossible. I remembered Mary, when she was here, age nineteen her future ahead of her, how she would come with me to tend to the farm, and how we would find a shaded grassy spot and I would explore her and she me, the Kites circling and whistling in the air above us as we lay together. My dick got harder at the memories of our illicit love. Was all this a hallucination, was it just my mind playing tricks on me?
“I have to go and check the farm, would you like to come with me, or perhaps stay here and wait? If you come we will have to run to the barn because of the rain.”
“I will come please.”
I opened the door and we ran through the rain to the barn. I opened the door on the tractor and helped her scoot up, gaining an eyeful of her nakedness as I did. The cab on the tractor wasn’t much, it would be no protection if the tractor rolled, but it did keep the worst of the weather off. I followed up and then shut the door. The girl was sat in the jump seat, I had the main. I know I should have checked fluids but I had only checked them this morning. Failing this once would not be the end of the world. We left the barn and headed down the track to look the sheep over, they all seemed okay. As we got back I stopped by the gate over the drive and pulled it to, the rain wasn’t quite as heavy as earlier so I didn’t get too wet. I wondered if she was Mary if that would have jogged any memories.
I parked the tractor in the barn and opened the door, she climbed out. I followed, shut the tractor door and we ran for the house, shutting the farmhouse door to behind us. I was a bit wet, I hung my jacket up by the door, it could drip there. She was a bit wet, but short of fetching her another shirt, there wasn’t much I could do.
“Do you want some food?”
She nodded. “Okay, I have some chops and peas, we can have that,” I didn’t usually have much about, I tended to only get what I needed, but I had just happened to get a couple of day’s worth of chops from the freezer, so we could have them. I also had a few tins of peas in the larder, so we could share one of those.
Peas went into a pan on the bob and the chops went under the grill. I poured some glasses of water and put them on the table, turning the chops to ensure they got an even cook. Mutton chops can be a bit chewy, but for me, their cost effectiveness more than made up for it.
I boiled the kettle and made some instant gravy, not the best, but it would do. I took the chops from under the grill and divided them between two plates, strained and added the peas, and then poured some gravy over. I put one plate in front of her, the other for me. Knives and forks from the drawer, and we were ready. I sat and we started.
She ate a little hesitantly at first, as if she were unsure of the flavours, but then she seemed to begin to relish the flavours and was eating with gusto. Soon her plate was finished, her hands holding the bones to get the last of the chop meat. I passed her a tea towel to wipe her hands. She had a smile on her face.
“Good,” she said, “good, thank you.”
She seemed to be more responsive, perhaps the food, perhaps the trip in the tractor, I didn’t know, but she was certainly much more with it than earlier. I really still had no idea what to do with her though, there was no guest room, she could stay on the settee I suppose, or have the other side of my bed.
The thunder was now very distant but the rain persisted. I ran out to the barn to check that al was okay, I won’t sleep if I don’t. Back to the house and shut the door for the night. It was now quite dark outside, I am sure the low cloud didn’t help.
“Are you tired, do you want to go to sleep?”
“Yes. Tired.”
“Okay, well I am afraid, I only have one bed, you are welcome to share it, or you can stay down here on the sofa.”
“Bed please.”
“Okay, right, let’s go up then.” I headed on up, turned the bedroom and bathroom lights on and said to the girl.
“Okay, you have the bathroom first, wash, use the loo whatever, I will go and turn down the bed. When you have finished, I will use the bathroom.”
In the bedroom I turned down the quilt on each side at the pillow. It was all I could do. I didn’t have a nightie or anything I could lend her, and I usually sleep naked. I supposed I could leave my underpants on for tonight.
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