She may have been only five but she knew that clouds shouldn't be able to move like that. Like the octopus she saw in the aquarium last week, all wriggly and boneless with strange eyes that seemed to follow her around the room, no matter who she hid behind.
Now the cloud's eyes were following her as she ran inside to tell her mum who, of course, said she had a very active imagination. Only she didn't say it like she usually did. She was using the weird voice she used at Granpa's funeral when her eyes went all red and her face went all pale.
Dad wasn't saying anything, he was busy hammering nails into the windows to keep them shut while her older sister bolted the door behind her. Nobody was smiling like they were that morning. Mum didn't even try to hide her tears, she just let them fall.
In the background the TV mentioned the end of the world - the devouring sky had come for them.
Now the cloud's eyes were following her as she ran inside to tell her mum who, of course, said she had a very active imagination. Only she didn't say it like she usually did. She was using the weird voice she used at Granpa's funeral when her eyes went all red and her face went all pale.
Dad wasn't saying anything, he was busy hammering nails into the windows to keep them shut while her older sister bolted the door behind her. Nobody was smiling like they were that morning. Mum didn't even try to hide her tears, she just let them fall.
In the background the TV mentioned the end of the world - the devouring sky had come for them.
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