Story - Lulaby for a stormy night The girl, quiet and insecure, walked briskly away from her past. No one could change her mind, or change her future. It was set. She knew what she wanted to do, whether he would approve or not, she didnt care. She would be happybut the past must catch up eventually. From what she could call the comfort of her room, she looked gloomily out of the grog-covered windows. In the distance, where the mist of the evening met the cloudy skies, someone was there. She couldnt make them out, but she had a very bad feeling. The man dressed in black, slinked over to the garden. Every so often he would change direction suddenly before carrying on his journey. She watched him closely. Sweat poured down his face in beads, his swamp green eyes, rolling every so often when he staggered. He was walking forward but at times would begin to lean to one side. His white hairy hand clamped onto the door handle, and as it open and the door squealed, she quickly hid under the bed. His heavy boots, his swearing mouthshe couldnt stop him when he was this drunk and in a rage. Quickly, for she knew it would take him time to reach the top of the stairs, she grabbed her blanket (it was her mothers) and grasped it tightly over her slender body as she returned under the bed. He threw the door open with such force that it almost came off it hinges. He was swearing loudly as he clattered around the roomsearching. He called out her name, over and over but she never replied ...
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