PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr
‘Step over it,’ he said, when his daughter hesitated before the chain. ‘No-one must know we’re here.’
‘But Mama-’
Her mother, leaning over her swollen belly like it was the bed she’d been longing for, said, ‘I’ll manage. Do as he says.’
The door gave way with a shove and, with another, gentler this time, the girl was inside the grey space, her nose wrinkling against some smell she couldn’t identify.
‘Bats,’ Mama said, over the chain and already on her knees in a pile of ancient straw that squeaked and rustled. ‘Pull the door closed.’ Her voice came in pants. ‘It’s almost time.’
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No Frigate like a book 
Intriguing. Why must they not be seen? Lot of different possibilities for back story here, and a dramatic last line to leave us on. Nice one.
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I wonder who they’re hiding from. Intriguing.
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Now you’ve got me thinking! Excellent.
My story is called Sally’s Secret
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Dear Louise,
The tension in this piece is tangible. Not the ideal place to give birth. You leave me holding my breath and asking questions. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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This is a scary and tense situation. Great atmosphere. I wonder why they need to hide.
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