The Seer

Robert had passed by the post office to mail a letter to his parents. He was heading back to the harbor when he came across Mr. T. de Klerk, a farmer who had fought during the First War, many whispered that he never came back the same. Once back home, he became reclusive and antagonist, fighting with anyone that crossed him. Most staid out of his way, but sometimes that was impossible. Robert made the mistake of glancing in his direction.

“Your Uncle owes me some money,” Mr. T. de Klerk exclaimed loudly. “When is he going to pay me? And stop looking at me that way! Everyone looks at me that way! I don’t like it! Stop it!”

Robert was unable to respond. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turn to see his Uncle releasing him from his daze.

“Tom, what business you have with me, is jut between you and me,” Uncle Oom, urged Robert to leave, “not with my nephew.”

“You owe me money,” Mr. T. de Klerk was still agitated. “Do you think I have forgotten about it, well I haven’t.”

“Very well, Tom,” Uncle Oom calmly said. “Let’s go back to you place and settle this.”

“Fine, by me!” Mr. T. de Klerk hurried off.

Uncle Oom quickly turned to Robert. “I might be home late, don’t wait for me,” and limped off after Mr. T. de Klerk

Uncle Oom was probably the only man who visited Mr. T. de Klerk at his farm, mostly to keep him out of trouble. Mr. T. de Klerk was not an easy man to deal with, he had accumulated enemies from other towns. It wasn’t to anybodies surprise when he was found dead. He hadn’t been seen for days around the town. Uncle Oom had gone searching for him and found him floating in the lake. The story goes that he had been chased into a river by a group of angry men shooting at him.

Robert, continued down the dirt road when he came upon an old oak tree. He recalls a moment when he had overheard the Seer mentioned many things to come, things that have not passed, warning his friends. The oak tree represented a dream the Seer had. that tree represented, the roots of the town.

“The roots run deep,” the Seer said, “it is the symbol of our town, the bond and love that holds us together, but if that tree is taken down, all those that we love will be lost. The water that runs underneath it to keep it alive is the river of water of life.”

The Seer had many dreams about that tree, he had also proceeded in telling them about the snow that will cease from falling for seven years, and when the seven years end, it will snow again for the last time, marking the last joy, and commemorator the town will ever experience, because they have fallen away, peace and prosperity will be no more.”

Robert had felt a chill go down his spine. He also realized that the seven years had drawn to an end, and that Christmas snow fell over the town.

 

 

 

 

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