“How lucky am l?” With hands trembling and her heart beating like a drum she asked herself again, “how lucky am I?”
Seven year old Lizzy was coming back from her trip to the bathroom, she took a sip from her fathers lucozade bottle that stood on the floor next to her parents bed and was caught in the act.
Lay there in his bed with one eye open staring at her. No words were spoken, just a nod of his head that said get to bed.
They lived in a small green caravan on a hill, sixty feet away from a hole in the ground where they were building a reservoir. Only a wooden picket fence with wire to hold it together kept them separated from falling in.
Lizzy sat on her shared bed she slept in with her younger sister Jane, top and tailed they called it when there isn’t a enough room to sleep side by side in a single bed. There was only two single beds at back of the caravan and seat in between them at the head of the beds, this is where three month old Danny slept in his carry-cot. Hanna and Molly her older sisters slept in the other bed.
Out of the corner of her eye Lizzy thought she saw something but what? Lizzy turned her head, she could see movement coming from the fabric on the wall above Hanna’s head.
Her sisters bed was opposite to Lizzy’s and Jane’s , just three feet away. Something was moving up and down in the fabric, ” what is it?” The fabric was a dark reddish colour making it impossible to see what it was, but Lizzy could see movement.
Transfixed on the spot Lizzy’s eyes opened wider, she didn’t want to get close, the thought scared her. And then it happened!
A tiny shadow like figure of a girl came out from the fabric on the wall and landed on Hanna’s pillow. She looked like a shadow, but no she wasn’t, she looked so real!
The tiny shadowy figure walked from the pillow and onto Hanna’s head. “She was dancing, dancing on her sisters head!”Hanna must of felt something because she lifted her head up for a few seconds then put it back down, this caused the little shadowy girl to lose her balance and fall, but she got back up and started dancing again before going back from where she came.
The next morning when Lizzy told her Mother what she had seen, she laughed and said, “ it’s just the devil dancing on your sisters head!
pollysputthekettleon 
I remember my papa drinking that as a child and it used to come in a big bottle. loved your short story
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following.. would like to hear more short stories
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Thank you Karter.
Please watch this space, there will be more stories to come.
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Hi Josie
More stories coming soon!.
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was lizzy dreaming? or was this some sort of sign?
is there another part to this story?
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Hi karter,
Thank you for reading my story. No this was not a dream, although many may think it was, and if it was a sign then Lizzy hasn’t found it yet, so until she does the mystery remains unsolved.
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Are there more stories to come from lizzy?
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Hi Jessica,
There will be more stories to come in the not too distant future.
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thanks Polly, I much look forward to it.
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is this told from a child’s view? would love to know what shadowed figure ment or was?
why was lizzy so lucky? what would usually happen if she had got caught?
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it’s quite easy to tell the author is writing this from the childs eyes.
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Hi Megan,
In answer to your first question, yes it was told from the child’s view. Secondly, what the figure meant is still a mystery to Lizzy. And last of all, going by previous experience Lizzy would have to face the consequences of her father.
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