Frank Wickers stood outside his front door, looking out across the play area on the green, where the three Summers children were. Storm clouds were starting to mask the sun and the air smelt thickly of rain. Seconds later, a few heavy drops hit Frank’s nose and glasses. He took them off, drying them on his shirt and gently put them on again.
Suddenly, the rain came down with terrific might. The tarmac on the road became stained with water and the grass on the green thick with dew. Frank heard a voice to the left of him. Mrs Summers, who lived next door, stood on the doorway. “Get here,” she shouted across to them. The child
The man and the boy arrived at a clearing. They sat and looked over the valley and the dense woodlands spread across the land, separated only by a river that snaked through the forest towards the horizon. ‘Let’s sit,’ the man told the boy. And they sat. The boy made circles in the dirt with his finger as the man surveyed the area. ‘This will do for the evening,’ he told the boy. The boy nodded and spread himself out on the floor, staring up at the sky.
They had been together since the fade. The man found it strange that he could not remember how the boy came to be. He awoke in his home to find the boy cowered in
Snowglobe (working title) chapter 1 (rough draft) by jungledeano, literature
Literature
Snowglobe (working title) chapter 1 (rough draft)
One
The boy was the first to fall.
He was running across the canyon floor when the bullet entered his left temple. It had killed him instantly, but the momentum at which he was moving carried his body a few steps further before toppling over into a heap on the floor. His mother ran towards the boy, dropped to his side, and through Thom’s sights, he could see her face contort and twist into a horribly pained expression. She looked to be wailing. Thom took the shot at her, the bullet entered her left shoulder. The force pushed her back and she lay on her side. The father stood a few metres away, looking on dumbfounded. Thom didn’t
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