What Lucy Found There
Lucy shivered. The afternoon had brought snow, but it was the darkness that chilled her. Streetlamp shadows crept through the trees around her, occasionally rustling.
On the path ahead, she noticed a figure clutching an umbrella and an armful of parcels. Lucy’s mind began to calculate. Company could be reassuring, but how many girls had been trapped by an apparent saviour? Better, perhaps, to remain in his wake.
She hadn’t decided, when he happened to glance over his shoulder and saw her. The surprise made him drop his parcels, and Lucy had no choice but to rush over and help.
With a nod to my other inspiration, and one of my favourite books ever.