Ghost Children
Page 21
by Sue Townsend
Christopher held the baby tight to his chest. He covered its head with his hands, and kicked the squealing dog down the stairs. “Keep it away from the baby,” he shouted.
Crackle took the dog’s lead from a hook on the wall and clipped it on to the dog’s collar.
“I’ll take it off your hands,” he said.
Neither Christopher nor Angela spoke. Crackle opened the front door and walked out into the snow-filled whirlwind.
Christopher handed the baby to Angela. He ran out on to the path and stared after them. Within moments the dog and its new master had disappeared behind a thick, soft curtain of driving snow.
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