THE JOURNEY 

By Tessa Harvey

    Suddenly the only other lady in the group muttered "silence!" The lights went out and almost as one they all melted back into deeper cover, but Thomas was still restless. Alice said something very softly and he became quiet at once.
    Again the boy took the lead and the three men took turns carrying Thomas over their shoulders. It must have been very painful for him. He made no sound.
    Within a short distance they came to an old abandoned building. It must have been used before as a refuge, as the group slipped inside through a door which opened easily.
    The moon flittered intermittently through dark clouds. It felt as though a storm was building. One of the men risked a quick flick of his torch locating a trap door. The young woman helped them through, then closed them in.
    "What about Lisette?" whispered the young boy anxiously. "She hides the trapdoor and herself," was the enigmatic reply.
    "Listen!" Soon they heard voices and the tramp of booted feet and a flash of light above a cracked floorboard. Terrified, Alice felt her heart beat fast. Mercifully her brother was asleep, worn out.

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