The storm
I watched the old land rover chunter off into the distance. I got to my feet, the dust in my eyes; I began to run, they couldn’t just leave me here. But the car reached second gear and sped away, I collapsed into tears.
That was it… I was lost!
The dark threatening clouds swept over the field and I held my knees close to my chest. I hoped, hoped with all my soul someone would find me. Then the rain came, slashing down on my bare arms while I sat waiting for the moment when I woke up and realised it was all a nightmare a hideous, horrible nightmare. But that moment never came.
I didn’t know where I was, or where home was, if it was even still there. The long winding track left by the land rover twisted is way through the fields like a snake in the grass. The path seemed never ending but surely it could lead me back. I staggered to my feet and walked forward in trepidation. Concentrating on the movement of each foot and willing myself to keep going. Suddenly lightning struck just a few metres ahead of me and the soaking wet ground was sizzled through the rain. It all started like this, that’s how I got here...
Through a storm………
As the wind whipped through our creaking ancient house, I perched on my window seat and watched the raindrops racing down the glass. The small village I lived in was always so dark and dreary this time of year. There was a knock at my door so I heaved myself across the room and opened it. I opened it to see my mum; drenched. She was dripping all over my new carpet!! I quickly placed an old towel underneath her. She looked awful; the bags under her eyes were getting darker everyday and her already frail body looked as delicate as a butterfly’s wing
“Are you alright mum?” I asked, she never answered my question only held out a CD and thrust it toward me. I took the disc, avoiding her cold, clammy hands. She looked into my eyes and a brief flicker of contentment passed over her face. Abruptly, she turned and left. Bewildered by the strangeness of what had happened, I slung the sodden towel over the radiator and flopped on to the bed.
“I’m off to my yoga class” Mum shouted from downstairs, She liked yoga, it seemed to calm her. The front-door clicked shut. I flipped the CD over in my hands it seemed to be blank but I had no way of being sure. Mum had sold our computer when she lost her job so I would have to pop down to the library later. I sat up and rummaged around in my bag to check for homework and found the date Monday, 6th December. Wait. Yoga is on Wednesdays? Where was mum going?
