A few days had passed since I first came down and I had now gone through the supply of food down here in the basement. I did not know whether it was neither night not morning. I had to go back up into the house if I wanted food. I quickly but quietly pulled the old door open. I stopped and I listened for any signs of movement. I couldn't hear anything. I pushed the rug away and carefully climbed up back into the house.
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Bombed.
Short StoryA young girl {17} is caught in the middle of the bombing of Darwin. In her house all alone, her parents can't be found. She hides down in her basement. She needs food and water but that means going into the house. She takes the risk... Read on and f...
