“Sorry?” she said, her forehead scrunching as she tried to make sense of the situation. This was her haven, the only safe place she had left in the whole wide, disastrous world. Not when it came to talking about her flat. Her brain couldn’t compute any of the words, much less put them anywhere near each other. Fear bunched in the back of her throat, quickly followed by confusion and nausea. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, but the likelihood is your flat will be flooded, so take what you want with you. “Sorry to wake you, but they’re about to open the flood barrier and I’m afraid you’ve got to get out.” He paused, apparently searching for the next words. His face was creased with concern and when he exhaled, she could see his breath all around him. Then again, as she was nearing 40, everyone was beginning to look young to Scarlet these days. On the other side was a police officer, helmet under his arm. She took a deep breath, pulled her dressing gown tighter, and opened the door. It was cold enough to snow in her flat, never mind outside. Scarlet fumbled with her door keys, goosebumps breaking out all over her skin. “Hello! Police! Open up! Is anybody home?” She ran up the stairs as the shouting came into sharp focus in her ears.

She’d been meaning to get a shade to house the bulb, but that task had got swamped on her never-ending to-do list. “Okay, I’m coming!” Scarlet snapped on the hallway light and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the harsh glare. Please don’t let anything have happened to Fred or Clark. What if something had happened to her twin brothers, Fred and Clark? Who the heck was at her door at this time in the morning? Whoever it was, they wanted to tell her something urgently, and that thought made her hurry all the more. Scarlet’s heart began to gallop as she flung back the duvet, grabbing her red dressing gown which was in a huddle on the floor.

She rolled over and reached for her lamp. It came in great, thumping thuds, making her eyelids spring open with fear. It was 4am when Scarlet woke up to the insistent banging on her blue wooden front door. >CLICK HERE TO GET YOUR FREE BONUS CHAPTER NOW!> On top of that, there are three other bonuses, too! SIGN UP TO MY MAILING LIST TO GET A FREE BONUS CHAPTER FOR NOTHING TO LOSE! All characters & happenings in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons (living or dead), locales or events is purely coincidental.

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All I Want For Christmas by Clare Lydon