Sirens wail. She closes the shutters and relatches the window. Every second the airplanes draw closer; every second is a second lost. She should be rushing downstairs. She should be making for the corner of the kitchen where a little trapdoor opens into a cellar full of dust and mouse-chewed rugs and ancient trunks long unopened.
closes the shutters and the second the airplanes draw second is a should be rushing be for the corner of the kitchen where a little trapdoor into a full of dust and and ancient trunks long unopened.
