Natasha Seymour

A New Day

A New Day For Maddy When we realised the Ark was slowly sinking, that there was a hole in the hull the size of a pinprick, the first thing I thought of was little baby with no name. Little baby, snotty nosed and crying all the time. How could we let the Ark sink without giving little baby a name? The floor of the Ark was more wet than damp and the polyester grey blankets that were stored in the hull were now useless and sopping.