Every day, Bridgette would look out the window, waiting for her dad to come home. But he never did. She refused to accept that he was gone. For years, she waited by the window.
Category Archive: Upside Creative
Short Stories, poems, audio and other creative musings by South Australian writers of all ages
Chipped, white paint framed two open windows, which wore lace curtains that blew with the wind. Copper eaves seemed to hold up an attic, the feel of it making Bonnie feel uncomfortable, but what bugged her the most was the wide open door, which seemed to entice her to enter.
”When is Daddy coming home?” Madison asked her mum.
“I am sure he will be home very soon, darling,” she answered. But deep inside Madison’s mum was worried.
Eelane was once a rich and kind girl, but when her mistress started acting strangely, she got scared and ran away.
Ash waited, staring out of the window as she had done for the past five months. Would her parents ever come for her? Had they come for her and the pitchfork man scared them away?
Should she run or would Yallina yell at her? Sonya ran. She ran past Elli who raced as fast as her chubby legs could carry her (which was not very fast).
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