cheltenham

The child lay awake in the dormitory. A dozen other eight year olds sleeping alongside him. The light had been turned off hours ago. Some kids had chatted for a while, but now it was deathly quiet. The child was coming up with a plan. For what to do. When the kidnapper came. He’d have to do something. He couldn’t just lie there. The child wasn’t scared. There was no point in being scared. He was just being practical. No point in the kidnapper coming and him being awake and having no plan.