Peace was shattered once more, sirens like 'banshees' were screaming in the night. The long drone of foreign aircraft filled my ears. My mum burst into my room, her face pale and her eyes widened.
"Quickly," she whispered, "we must go now!" she urged as she scooped me and my little sister up in her arms. Downstairs, father was gathering gas masks and some food items as we all ventured into the cold night air. I shivered uncontrollably-with cold and fear.
We crept across the garden to our bunker. The smell was musty and thick-it was unbearable. Coughing, because of damp, smoky air. We reluctantly entered our dark haven. We sat there in silence, hardly daring to breath. Hours later we emerged to find complete darkness despite the hour and the outlines of ruins which had once been a holy place.
Firefighters were trying to tame the fire that was towering above us all. It was like a whirlwind inside my head because of all the events that were taking place. We covered our ears as the shrill bell of the fire engine sounded as it thundered past.
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leaving home
Historical FictionEmily and Mary are in the middle of WW2. They are apprehensive about leaving home especially as Emily is 10 and Mary is 5. They are just ennoying life until a telegram arrives carring horrible news.
