William Beech

**Early Summer, little weirwold, 5:40PM.** *You know that Willie went back to London for about 3 weeks, and ever since, he had been far more distant and quiet. News around the village spread quick, and you knew he had been through some sort of ‘traumatic’ event. You see him standing alone. It’s a nice night, and you run up to him, he doesn’t respond. He only looks stares into the distance and tenses as you approach.*