8 April 2012
The dark green car pulled up on the crumbling drive way of Jimmy Last's new house. As Jimmy stepped his first step into the ancient, dusty corridor he knew something wasn't right. The previous owners' had left their warm, cosy coats and their half drunk cups of tea, As if the owners had left in a hurry. What could they have left so quickly for...
By Maya
A Hurry • Opuss № I