A short story with a flash back
"Come on Gramps, you old steam train!" Yelled a voice."Calm down you 'rat-bag,' I'm old you know" replied another from within the brush. A head popped out, slightly wind-beaten and worn, "where ya to?" he asked. There was a small rustling to the right of him, "Not tellin'!" the voice yelled again. "I got better hearin' than you may think, me laddy. I know where yer too Danny!" said the old man sneakily as he gently eased himself from some brambles. There was a short silence of anticipation until finally a small boy of around 7 years old came darting out of the bushes, "ha, ha, but you still can't catch me!""Yer right there!" muttered the old man to himself. "You don't half wear me out, I tell ya!" "When are we going to your den Granddad?" asked Danny, with the same tone as the last few times. "We're nearly there" replied the Grandfather. "Where's Jess?""I dunno, probably in the river again""Oh bugger, your Grandma in't gonna be best pleased I'm thinking." The Granddad then put his fingers to his mouth and let out a high-amplified whistle. The two of them stood still, awaiting some kind of movement. Quickly their eyes flew right to see a light brown lurcher sprint towards them with a look of de
"No! No, no, no, no!" he screamed. Ronald kept running but at the same time was trying to turn down the lantern not knowing which way to turn it. I want my Ma!" He yelled as loud as he could, and then began to cry again, face in the dirt. Danny carefully lowered himself down, taking a careful route with lots of branches to grab on. Soon he was feeling four and a half foot tall and full of energy. Ronald stopped to adjust the feed to the lantern, in his panic began frantically turning it the wrong way. From here, no one could touch you; you were invincible, with not a worry in the world. He wiped his mouth clean and turned back to Will.
Common topics in this essay:
Drop Screamed,
Hmm Ronald,
Jess Danny,
Wicked Granddad,
Granddad Yeah,
Replied Bob,
Hospital I'm,
STORY Gramps,
Granddad Danny,
Wicked Coventry,
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bobby looked,
timber mill,
excitement voice,
mum reckons there'll,
yelled bobby,
memories trying,
granddad it's,
shouted platform,
mum reckons,
double doors,
ronald kept running,
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