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Searching For Cassie
He called Cassie from the van, but she was refusing to answer his calls. He followed the late afternoon traffic up the Edgware Road and considered what to do about Cassie and her constant mischief making.
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
The bells are ringing,
St Hilda has died,
The children are crying,
For Mary must hide.
He tooted his horn, ignoring the woman in the next car, who turned round and glared.
A queen is burning,
St Hilda has died.
A clock is turning,
The children must hide.
The lights turned green. He pressed down the accelerator and repeated the final line of the rhyme. Five times. Four for each of the dead people - and the fifth for Cassie.
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
The bells are ringing,
St Hilda has died,
The children are crying,
For Mary must hide.
He tooted his horn, ignoring the woman in the next car, who turned round and glared.
A queen is burning,
St Hilda has died.
A clock is turning,
The children must hide.
The lights turned green. He pressed down the accelerator and repeated the final line of the rhyme. Five times. Four for each of the dead people - and the fifth for Cassie.
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