And that’s when I saw it. Bolts of lightning shoot from the sky like razor sharp knives. Frozen I force myself to hide away. Scurrying inside to the living room I slump onto the comfy sofa and throw a blanket over my head, just when my old frail grandpa entered the room.  

“What are you doing ? “ he exclaimed.

“ Hiding. I am terrified of lightning.”

Curled up in my ball I slowly start to unravel feeling a comforting hand on my shoulder. A sense of calm hovers over me and I want to ask, “ Have you ever been afraid of lightning?”

MAISY – YEAR 8