Thursday, October 28, 2010
A look inside Coincidence
Martin turned back towards the door. “Leave that poor gerl alone. Yer pesterin’ her ti death, Pat! Let her git some rest! Come here and help me find me hat, please.”
Grateful that their bedroom was on the first floor, I shoved open the bedroom window. Just as Martin finished yelling at Patricia, I fell to the ground below. “Ouch,” I whispered as I landed on a bed of shrubbery. I just barely made it away before seeing the light switch on from their bedroom. The prickly shrubs scratched my exposed skin; however, I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want Martin to hear or see me lying outside of their bedroom window. There would be no good way to explain this. As the pain of my new scratches from the shrubs added to the pain of my bruises from my fall from the attic, I wondered how much worse this trip could get.