Sammie Wilson

 'A professional writer is an amatuer who didn't quit' - Richard Bach
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My Journey - Free Fiction

A Past Life (Based on a true story)

Posted by Sammie on July 7, 2014 at 7:40 AM

Detective Lily Prior studied her nephew from behind the two-way glass. He was only five-years-old with a bright smile and curly blond hair. He was an exceptional talker and even she couldn't deny the life experience behind those soulful blue eyes.


His mother had brought him in. Lily's youngest sister of only twenty-three years, she had pleaded with Lily to help them and thanks to Lily's big heart and willingness to believe the unbelievable, she agreed. She didn't expect to hear what little Lachlan had to say though.


“When I was a man, someone killed me,” he said in a small voice. “I remember it all.”


She glanced at Annabel, whose eyes were wide with fear and worry for her son.


“What do you remember?” Lily asked.


“I was killed with a knife and I was buried along a trail in the national park. I can show you.” There was no hesitation in his voice and the look on his face was one of such conviction.


“How about for now, you draw us some pictures? I'm just going to talk to mummy for a minute, okay?”


He nodded while colour coordinating the crayons and lining up A4 paper. “Okay.”


That's how they ended up watching him from behind the glass. From here, Lachlan seemed like a normal kid. He was busy drawing, changing from one colour to the next while humming a tune.


“How long has this been going on?” Lily asked Annabel.


“For a couple of weeks.” Annabel turned to Lily. “We need to let him show us.”


Lily's brows furrowed. “Should we be encouraging him Annabel? It's clear he needs some help.”


“Yeah he does, he needs your help. He's not mental Lily.”


“I'm not saying he is.” But other people will.


Lily couldn't take this to her Captain. There was no way he was going to let her use man hours to look for a body on the whim of a child's over-active imagination. She wasn't even sure if she could justify wasting her own time let alone anyone else. But, this was her nephew and it was obvious he believed in what he was saying.


“If I do this, it's only to show him that nothing is there.” Lily watched her sister as she absently nodded. “You think this is more than his imagination, don't you?”


Annabel's long sigh was answer enough. “I think he's having memories of his past life. You know, like, reincarnation.”


“Oh, Annabel,” Lily couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Are you encouraging him?”


“No of course not! But I'm not telling him I don't believe him either.”


Lily pinched the bridge of her nose. “I can't take this to my Captain. As it is I have four open homicides on my desk.”


“I just need you to look.”


An hour later, Lily found herself behind the wheel driving toward the Mansfield National Park. She glanced in the review mirror where her nephew was playing with toy aeroplanes, making lift-off noises and acting exactly how she'd expect a five year old to act.


As they parked, Lily jumped out and headed for the boot, she grabbed a back pack and handed a shovel to Annabel. “When we show him that there's nothing there, promise me you'll take him to see someone.” Lily said just as Lachlan hopped out of the car.


“I promise.”


Feeling better, Lily decided to see this as an adventure. It was better to think they were spending some time with each other than about what they were really doing. As they walked past the ranger station and started along the trail, she admired the scents of cedar wood, green moss and the floral notes of spring. Birds were squawking above them and the sun beaming through the trees was a sight to behold. It was hard to believe they were actually on the hunt for a dead man.


About two kilometres in, Lily wiped at sweat behind her neck before it ran between her shoulder blades while Annabel had Lachlan on her back, stopping every so often to bounce his weight back up.


Finally Lachlan pointed. “There.” He slipped off his mum and ran toward a large fallen tree; beside it was an undisturbed patch of dirt.


Taking in turns, Annabel and Lily dug at the earth finding it increasingly difficult to break through the dryness. Grunting with effort, the exhaustion was getting to them both.


“This is ridiculous,” Lilly swiped her hand over her forehead. “There's nothing here.”


“I'm here Aunt Lily, I am,” Lachlan said, with unwavering conviction.


“Sweetie--” Lily kneeled so she could be eye-level. “-- I think this is just all a figment of your imagination, or maybe a dream you think is real?”


Just as he was about to answer her Annabel yelped. “Oh. My. God!”


Lily glanced over at the sizeable hole they managed to dig, her mouth gaped, and her eyes widened as shock froze her in place. Unearthed, was a complete skull...a human skull.


“Shit,” Lily breathed.


Recovering from her shock, Lily realised that somewhere, Lachlan had overheard someone talking about this. There was no way he was reincarnated. “Lachlan, you need to tell the truth now.” Her tone hardened. “Who told you about this?”


“It's all up here, Aunt Lily.” He pointed to his head. “I can even tell you who done it. I know his name and everything.”


Annabel continued to dig up more bones as Lily got out her phone but there was no signal. Luckily, someone was coming. She could hear the crunch of their boots as they stood on sticks and dry leaves. He came into view, an older man of about forty- five, grey streaked hair, hard eyes and sun-damaged skin. He had on dark brown slacks and a light brown, long sleeved shirt with the symbol of the park on the right hand side – the park ranger.


Lily was about to wave her hand at him when she felt Lachlan tug on her flannel shirt. “That's him. He's the one that murdered me,” he whispered.


Lily didn't know why but she immediately reacted. Unclipping her gun, she slid it from her holster in one swift move. “Stop right there,” she said in a loud, even voice. He stopped in his tracks and put his hands up, his brows climbing high. But despite his initial non-threatening approach, there was something about him Lily didn't like. There was darkness in his expression, something sinister that caused her intuition to scream inside of her. She might have trouble believing in reincarnation and past lives but she always believed in herself...her gut was never wrong.


Categories: Short Stories

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