The Thursday Post Critiques 16.10.14

The sharp whistle made her jump.

“Turn off the light!” someone ordered. She looked around there was no one. She must have heard it wrong. It was late any way.

If mom checked she will hear the same order from her.

So she picked up the book on her chest to fold it.

“You almost smothered me!” the same voice repeated indignantly from her bedside table.

She turned her head, a little fairy was standing under the lamp looking at her, hands on her hips.

She looked a the book, where was Tinkerbelle?

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