The Cold Silent Cellar
The wet ground as I lay there feels gross, my mother my sister and me all together in the cold cellar.
On the floor all together.
Drip drop the rain on the roof hits hard.
No sound just rain.
As I think what is happening I cry more and more until there is no more.
Shaking and whimpering is all.
Our bones nocking together with not much to keep us warm will we get out?
Will we suffer even more?
No one knows until it happens.
