By Maya
He’s in his study and wears a suit and tie
He caresses the gold watch in his pocket,
A gift from his grandfather when he was a boy.
It seems another perfectly ordinary day,
The girls are scurrying down the stairs
The little one, a girl with blue-grey eyes
Holds a fluffy tabby in her arms:
‘I love him,’ the little minx exclaims.
Someone’s knocking at the door
Knock, Knock, Knock
The third knock is the loudest of all,
The man outside looks at him with ice-blue eyes,
Eyes like icicles on a snow-capped mountaintop
The man in the suit and tie opens the telegram.
The words jump across the page:
‘You have to get out – now,
Your lives are in danger.
Both of you and the girls
If you’re to stand a ghost of a chance.’
