Two little girls

Into the woods

Summer of 1946:
The war had been going for over a year now. It had almost been 9 months since George was evcauted from his home in London. For it was no longer safe there. He missed his mother not really his farther so much and his 2 year old sister Peggy who he'd been split up from when they were assigned with people to live with in the countryside. He always would go around the village on his red little bike looking for her. But he never found her.
Most days after his new parents Agatha and Thomas had fallen asleep he would sneak out to the woods to play. Though he wasn't allowed to go there it felt like his second home. He loved playing in the leaves. Making dens. And imagining he was royalty and the animals were his subjects.
But this day was different? No animals. No leave angels in sight. He looked around..
Swish!
He looked behind hin a pile of leaves had been knockd over. Then he turned around.
Thump!
A log was rolling away.
Then the laughs of two little girls echoed and the wind picked up. His hands were raw and shaking.
Swish wish! Thump! Crack! Scream!
"AHHH!" George screamed and he fell back.
Cut!
Ow! He'd cut his leg on a thorn.
He looked around. Then evreything went hazy. He then looked around againand his eyes shut quickly. He had passed out.
He lay on the forest floor bleeding out. Forgotten.
For now...