SNOW TWINS
I was coming home from school on a cold snowy day. The grey sky hung over me and the thick snow crunched beneath my feet making my toes feel numb.
I was coming home from school on a cold snowy day. The grey sky hung over me and the thick snow crunched beneath my feet making my toes feel numb.
The wind was mild caressing my skin with gentleness and tenderness raising goose bumps. It was very bright, birds were chirping but they were only sounds, no figures were seen.
We went into a lit well room
It looked proper cosy a good fire
That experience will stay in my head forever. I was spending a few days in a caravan site near the seaside. It was where my family used to visit when I was younger but I haven’t been back in years.
If I knew what was going to happen that night I would never went out at all.
It was while I on a business trip and thought I would explore the country landscape that this strange incident happened.
Why me? Why did I offer? One evening as dusk was falling. I offered to deliver a pizza that someone had just ordered, at 28 Mourn wall Gates.
It was a late summer’s, night my family and I were on holiday down by the seaside, we were staying in a small, cosy cottage that was right on the edge of the beach.
Gracie shivered as she shrugged on her new fluffy coat over her slender shoulders. It was Autumn, her least favourite season, and she was not surprised to find that today was cold and wet much to her dismay.
I had walked past the house many times before. I still don’t know what drew me in that stormy morning. Probably, because of it being it being winter, the snow and the and the threat of thunder and lightning.