It wasn’t my fault.  I didn’t mean to. It just happened…An accident. That’s all it was, a minor accident. So why did I leave home?

The door banged loudly behind me, as it collided violently with the aged willow frame.  Stepping out onto the crumbling limestone pathway, I walked down it towards the perimeter of the little village hidden away between two mountains.  

Every footfall sent shockwaves up my back, realising that I was leaving my home, forever.  I stumbled occasionally across loose rocks that poked out of the gravely path. Where would I go now? I decided to continue walking until I was thinking straight at least.

I entered the small wood just near us, it let hardly any sunlight in, and it was dark, gloomy and quite nerve-racking being in here. Loud sounds reverberated around the trees magnifying them many times. I had never liked being in this place. It had always scared me. But today I was more scared at what would happen if I stayed near my home. I had to flee, I couldn’t think of it as home anymore, after what I’d done there. The horror that would now haunt me for eternity or longer. Finally, I re-entered once more into glorious sunlight and I carried on once again. 

After a couple of kilometres…or was it miles, I arrived at a small city. I recognised it as the closest industrialised city near our farm: Rudgewell. I distinctly remember coming here when I was a little nipper.  I followed the path I had been taken then. As I had expected I arrived at the meat market. I spent a while looking around the dripping carcasses of the slaughtered animals. Some of them could be ours, dad only when there the other day. As I came to the end of the street market and gazed at the haze at the start of the industrialised part of town.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets I noted an old inn. I browsed the wares of some of the markets and bough a hunk of bread, some milk and a large yellow lump of cheese. In the market, indeed I did see some of the animals my father had sold last week around, but I ignored them as they mooed and baaed at me in recognition. I remembered quite a bit of this town.