The Summer Of Trouble

It was a sunny July morning

the sun was gleaming and the 

grass was sleeping. Casting 

spikey shadows on the trees.

Grace Lumber ignored the lovely 

weather. Staring ahead at the 

checkpoint like it was the gate to hell.

she tugged her sleeves up to her elbow 

and walked towards it.

Grace could see the raging  guard

with what looked like spoiled green 

eyes of the new poison ivy growing in her 

big brothers yard. 

“Next” cried the guard 

So violently. Grace handed over her

Pass. Where you going young girl.

He snapped at Grace.

I’m delivering some flowers to my auntie,

Grace replied shyly, wondering what to say

next. The guard let her pass with a nod.

The next minute she found herself walking 

through the street where all the rich lived.

She loved her farm but she always 

wondered what it would be like to be rich

but she had the be quick it was warm and her flesh was 

starting to peal.

Grace decided to take a short cut 

through whimpers ally and then she herd it 

the growling voice of a robber who said “give me 

that parcel you rat” he said.

Grace looked around trying to find

A exit but there was none until she found a box so 

she jumped in and somehow ended up in a secret room

And in that room was a cupboard she opened it up and she was in.