Nick Spong 2nd November
English Coursework - Short Suspense Story
The sun rose over the little market town of Glandhill. It was a beautiful autumn morning sunrise, about 6:30 with no one yet in the centre of town. Only the farm workers in the distance were up, herding the cows in from the fields for the first of their two milking sessions that day. Within the town centre street lights were still on and the roads were clear. Birds began to sing to announce the new morning, first one or two but then more. The sky was the colour of powder blue - no clouds had yet arrived and the only white wisps in the sky were those of the passenger aircraft so high above the little town. The townsfolk slept on, still dreaming of their greatest adventures. Awakening and stretching they announced themselves to the street by turning on first floor bedroom lights which would soon be followed by the gentle screech of boiling kettles and the pop and crack of toasters.
Nothing in the scene could possibly suggest the panic and fear that was about to hit the town.
Funny how everything seems louder in the silence of the morning, thought Miss Fuller, as she walked to the Windsor Hotel to open up. She was a desk attendant for the famous hotel and always walked to work even though she could have easily driven, but she loved the morning. She loved the crisp, clean air, the sunrise with its beautiful blues and greens, the birds singing but most of all she loved to kick the leaves. She knew that it was stupid and that she should have grown out of it years ago but 36 year old Miss Fuller loved it.
She was just walking down the slightly...