Looking for Mother
Helen made her way along the woody path, her feet kicking at the mist making it swirl. She pulled her coat tighter and breathed the cold into her lungs. She loved this time of year, almost winter and loads of mist. Her black hair streaked out behind her as she hurried along, looking for mother.
She couldn’t have gone far, she was only missing a few minutes. Helen hoped she had the sense to put her coat on, she cursed herself for not checking – she could have brought it with. Helen called out as she walked, her feet barely making a sound.
‘Motheeeer. Mother! Are you here? Motheeeeeeer?’ Nothing.