A MYSTERY 100WC FROM CIARA.
The thick fog limits my view as I try to get my bearings on the isolated coastline, my boat has been washed away during a violent storm. I stand up and gaze at the beautiful purple sky.
As I walk along the sandy rocks I come across an old rotten tree, its branches sticking out like fingers. As I get closer I notice a small bottle containing a note.
I reach for it and clench my hand tightly and undo the lid. The small piece of paper slides out, I curiously start to read and my mouth drops in shock.
CIARA – YEAR 8