Replacing the receiver, Daisy sat rocking back and forth, her hands clasped tight between her knees.
This was her pose, the pose she adopted when things bothered her. The rocking motion somehow soothed her nerves.
“Oh my gosh”
Daisy’s thoughts barely a whisper, Princess Wiggle butt knew something was wrong.
Tentatively she stroked Princess Wiggle butts head. The puppy simpered, snuggling close, her soulful eyes, sad. What a sorrowful sight the both made.
Daisy startled by a knock on the door. Her neighbor Pete had seen the newspaper and wanted to comfort Daisy. They had become close friends over the years, always looking out for each other. Pete lived on his own, as did Daisy, theirs was a friendship of companionship and respect.
Daisy didn’t open the door, but called out she was fine. Pete walked away knowing Daisy would talk about it when she was ready.
Daisy stayed where she was, waiting for the police. She hoped they would arrive in unmarked cars. There would be enough gossip as it was. She could hear the whispers, in her mind, from people who had nothing better to do Mrs. Green always ready to spread gossip whilst waiting for the bus. In the post office, Peggy, adding her ten cents as she stacked the shelves.
“Enough, Stop” Daisy shouted.
Princes Wiggle butt yapped startled, Daisy stroked her smooth fur, sorry Princess, it’s okay.
The police arrived shortly afterwards, slowly Daisy rose to let them in. The street was empty of people. Pete watched through half closed blinds, concern etched on his face. He had a soft spot for Daisy.
Daisy listened carefully to the policeman, who told her she wasn’t under arrest, thank goodness. Her help was needed identifying some items found in the tumble down farm. The female troll, person would not let them go.
My Baby, My Daisy she kept repeating before falling asleep.
Daisy was amazed shook her head, nothing made sense.
Aloud she said, “Why me, I don’t know anything about anyone in the woods, I just enjoy the walk. The butterflies and birds are pretty.”
“Please accompany me to the station and view the items, if only to be eliminated from our enquiry”
At the police station, Daisy sat nervously waiting to view the items. The sergeant and his partner placed a scratched old battered biscuit tin on the table and a plastic bag containing a locket. The gold colored locket had a curl of black hair tied with a pink ribbon inside and a photo of a young girl.
Daisy asked if she could touch the locket. Her psychic ability kicking in, she already felt drawn to the locket, it relevance not yet clear.
Fernetta had reluctantly agreed to the nurse removing the locket from her neck. The nurse made a promise to keep it safe for Fernetta while she was cleaned, the chain was filthy, and stuck to a open sore. The nurse was gentle, gaining the females trust as she pealed the chain from her. Tears rolled down Fernetta’s grubby face, she didn’t want to give up the locket. Reassuring her patient the locket would be safe the nurse proceeded to wash Fernetta.
Meanwhile the police officers looked at each other and nodded, but first they wanted Daisy to see the contents of the biscuit tin.
Removing the lid, Daisy saw the contents.
A green haired troll doll, was lain on the table, Daisy gasped when she saw it.
Two tattered letters, the words faded, unreadable on the notepaper, both covered in grime where grubby fingers had held them. What caught Daisy’s eye was the troll print in the corner.
Daisy put the letters aside and looked again in the tin. A newspaper clipping was in side. Staring back at her was a photograph of Daisy.
Daisy remembered that event she had won a reward for her services to the homeless in the community.
Puzzled she touched each item again. Anyone could have gotten hold of the newspaper clipping, but why, what did it mean?
Daisy examined the letters, holding the paper to the light. As a young child, she would write notes to mummy and daddy on paper just like this.
Green hair, her troll had green hair and she had drawn a green daisy on the toys belly. With nimble fingers, Daisy lifted the toys clothes revealing the design. Dropping the toy as if it had burned her Daisy yelled. She flung herself back in the chair.
Everyone stared at the table in silence. Daisy picked up the toy again taking a second luck. Not wanting to believe her own eyes, could this really be the same toy of her childhood.
For the next hour, Daisy and the police wrote statements, asked questions and talked about the items on the table.
Daisy lived with an elderly aunt, from the age of ten. Her parents, she was told had died in a road accident. The young girl cried herself to sleep most nights as she grieved their loss.
Seriously injured in a road accident both parents spent months in a coma. Living in a nursing home staff placed their cherished possessions in the biscuit tin, hoping to jog their memory. Fernetta and Humprey had fond memories of Daisy their daughter that faded to different degrees because of their injuries. When the nursing home closed the pair where sleeping rough on the streets before finding the tumble down barn. The chimney was blocked with a bird nest that turned the smoke green whenever Fernetta cooked mushrooms. The more she cooked the more the green fog.
Daisy asked if she could meet the figures, trolls, people whatever they were the police escorted from the woods.
The sergeant asked if Daisy would agree to a DNA test, the only way to establish for certain, whether the trolls were in fact her parents.
The test taken and the police officer drove Daisy home where she waited for the result.
Princess Wiggle butt greeted her excitedly. Pete had popped in to take her for a walk. He gave her some food and water, but Princess just lay in her bed waiting for Daisy.
Daisy sat fussing the puppy with on hand and called Pete. She needed to talk, and only Pete would listen and understand.
A few minutes later Pete knocked on the door and went in.
Daisy began to relay the events of the day. Pete didn’t interrupt, as the words flowed, he just held Daisy close.
A few hours later, the police knocked on the door an envelope in hand. Daisy snatched it from him then stood afraid to open it. Pete stood by her side and quietly told her open it, its time.
Daisy opened the envelope reading the result. It confirmed that her DNA and that of Fernetta and Humphry troll matched.
Crying Daisy clung to Pete, shaking. Pete led her to the sofa he motioned to the police officer to take a seat. Wiping her face Daisy looked across to the police officer and asked?
“That is up to you, we have counsellors who can help you come to terms with this.”
“Firstly I suggest you go to the hospital and meet them. We can fill in the blanks later. Just talk to them and see where it leads. No need to confirm they are your parents just yet.”
Daisy nodded and looked a Pete,
“Will you come with me?”
“Of course I will.”
He looked upwards and whispered a prayer,
Thank god for Daisy,
Thank god for parents
Thank god for the green fog.
Thank god for green,
Green my lucky color.
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Green Fog Over Wakefield Woods