Obsidian Mirror Sampler_Aug12.pdf - Hachette Childrens
Obsidian Mirror Sampler_Aug12.pdf - Hachette Childrens
Obsidian Mirror Sampler_Aug12.pdf - Hachette Childrens
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quickly she pegged a row of clothes to the line. Trousers,<br />
vests, a shirt.<br />
A baby cried, indoors.<br />
‘All right,’ the woman muttered. ‘Mummy’s coming!’<br />
She went in, slamming the door.<br />
Sarah moved. Keeping low she ran across the lane and<br />
crouched outside the garden. Through the gate she could<br />
see toys, a yellow swing.<br />
And a vehicle.<br />
It was black. It stood, all glass and metals, on the drive<br />
of the house. Fascinated, she inched through the gate,<br />
closer to it, and touched the icy metal. In its curved<br />
surfaces saw herself, warped and strange. Had she been<br />
altered? Become aged, unrecognizable? A thread of terror<br />
chilled her spine. But then the wing-mirror showed the<br />
same cropped blonde hair. The same sharp blue eyes.<br />
Her relief was stupid.<br />
The door opened. She leaped back round the corner of<br />
the house as the woman came out again, this time with a<br />
baby in her arms. Over the mother’s shoulder the baby<br />
saw her, and screeched.<br />
‘Don’t be naughty now. In you go.’<br />
The vehicle flashed and clunked. Its door was open;<br />
the woman strapped the child into a small seat, then<br />
climbed in after it.<br />
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