William kept walking around in the darkness when he felt something rough head. "Margot, come out! Where are you?" Their voices resonated within the space. It was as if the closet was custom-made to fit all of them. Surprisingly, they could all fit snugly inside. "Let me see," several other children chimed in.įive more boys crammed into the closet, like a pack of sardines.Īs they continued to search inside the closet, more children gradually went deeper and deeper and deeper until everyone was inside. "She's not in here!" William exclaimed in despair. William begged as he continued to maneuver around the depths of the closet.?After another minute inside the closet, William called out to the other children. He waved his hands around the closet as he attempted to find Margot. William carefully walked into the closet. One child stuck his hand in the closet and couldn't even see it They peered inside the room of darkness, like an endless abyss. He quietly whispered, "Sorry", and carefully turned the key.Īll the children stood back as he pulled the door forward. He felt his heart pounding louder than the drops of rain falling on the top of the caves. He was sure that the other children sensed his fear among their own. He tried to forge his courage, but failed. William grabbed the key his knuckles shaking violently.
Reluctantly, she got up, and stood to the side with the rest of the children.
The girl fell her wet hair soaked the cold ground. "Out of the way! I'll open the door," he commanded, trying to sound brave as he caught his breath.
The children parted like the Red Sea as William stumbled through them and pushed the girl to the side. She briefly hesitated, as her heart swelled with guilt. The girl who reminded them about Margot stepped forward, her hands trembling as she took the key and reached out to the doorknob.
The leftover rain from the children's hair continued to fall to the floor, creating puddles around them. He held his hand out, desperately trying to find someone to open the door. Most of them could only wear their wooly jackets their clothes from earlier were soaked sponges.The air was thick with a mixed scent of rainwater and gravel compressed inside the tunnel.Ī boy rummaged through his pocket and grabbed the silver key tucked inside. The trembling children stood in silence in front of the closet inside the cave as their shivering bodies hurdled together.
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