Hilary Dettorre

The Attack

Maesyn Mercia lay awake in bed, fiddling with the gold, heart shaped locket around her neck; her thoughts on the last words her mother spoke to her. “Don’t trust them”, she had said as she pressed the locket into Maesyn’s hand. She had never seen her mother or father again after that night. They had gone with the men in suits who had knocked on their door. Maesyn’s mother had told her and Jamie to hide until they were gone and not to try and follow them. Maesyn glanced up at the bed above her where her little brother slept.