Nicola Bulley- Village waits for news after body found in water

The small village was silent, except for the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. The townspeople had gathered in the center of the village, huddled together in anxious anticipation. They waited for news, any news, that would bring them hope or reassurance in the face of the unknown.

Some of the villagers had brought chairs or stools to sit on, while others stood with their arms folded, eyes darting around nervously. Children clung to their parents, their small faces reflecting the fear and worry that permeated the air.

The village elders, who usually sat stoically on the porch of the old town hall, were now pacing back and forth, muttering to each other in low voices. They had sent a messenger to the nearby city to inquire about the situation, but so far there had been no word.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village square, the tension in the air became almost unbearable. Every sound, every rustle of leaves, made the villagers jump and look around nervously.

Finally, just as the last light was fading from the sky, a lone figure appeared on the road leading into the village. A collective gasp went up from the villagers, and they surged forward to meet the newcomer.

The figure was a young man, a messenger from the city. He had news, and as he spoke, the villagers listened with bated breath. The news was not all good, but it was not as bad as they had feared. They sighed in relief and began to disperse, grateful for the news and the knowledge that they were not alone.