When my dad moved back from France, my mum changed the locks on our front and back doors. Or rather she got a little man to do it. That was her phrase – a little man, get a little man in to do a job. Most of the time they weren’t little. And this particular little man that came to change the locks was actually a woman.

‘It’s still a little man,’ she said to me. We were standing in the kitchen, drinking tea. She’d just made one for the locksmith.

‘Mum, she’s called Florence, she’s blonde and she’s a woman.’

‘But she’s doing a little man’s job. And she has two sugars in her tea. She should really be called Stan.’

‘Why is she doing it, Mum?’

‘I don’t know – maybe she didn’t work hard enough at school.’

I frowned. ‘Mum, why?’

‘It needed doing.’

‘No, it didn’t.’

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Comment by Sarah Cook on October 14, 2010 at 0:08
When Mum ignored me with a guilt covered face and was starting to stutter I knew that something wasn’t right. Late that night I sneak out of bed and go to Mum’s bedroom, where I can’t believe my eyes. Mum and Florence are having an unusually quiet conversation. What is the “little man” still doing here? All of a sudden the phone rings. I hide behind the door while mum bolts out of the room to answer it. I see the perfect opportunity to ask Florence what is going on. I go in and ask her about the unusual things that have been occurring lately. Her cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment and then she shouts “GO TO BED!” In shock, I turn around and slump back to my bedroom. In the corner of my eye, I can see Florence glaring at me with a look that only my dad gave me. As I crash onto my bed I am still wondering why Florence is still in our house.

By Kate and Jackson - Christ the King North Rocks, Australia
Comment by Jenny Bache on October 14, 2010 at 9:05
As I lay in bed I unsuccessfully tried to get that image of Florence, giving me my father's look out of my head. I closed my eyes, trying to banish the throughts in my head. Finally darkness fell over me and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I wandered downstairs feeling more curious than ever. At the bottom of the stairs I heard whispers, "Susan .... Dad ... CIA .... not find out... " that was all I heard. I ran up the stairs, heart pounding, to my Mum and Dad's room. I went to Dad's desk, rifling through papers. At last I saw what I was looking for .... a file with TOP SECRET stamped on the top. I read it through, tears filling up my eyes. All this time, I thought. All this time he was lying. He is really a spy. Then I heard a crash and a scream and I sprinted downstairs ........

By Cian and Kayleigh - St Matthew Academy, London
Comment by WP Central on October 14, 2010 at 11:04
Shards of glass lay on the floor like thousands of diamonds. The sunlight that streamed in the window reflected on the tiny pieces of glass. There, as if he was looking down at them, was a picture of my dad in an old wooded frame. What had he done? And more importantly, who wanted to find him?

Sophie – Park End Primary, Middlesbrough
Comment by kgarnett on October 14, 2010 at 12:32
I sneaked into the kitchen, looking all around me. I could see someone’s feet; or rather someone’s feet covered in scruffy, black work boots, laces trailing behind like miniature anacondas! Glimpsing cautiously round the corner I rubbed my eyes in
I was speechless, completely astounded! Numb. Dad was sprawled on the floor, thousands of glass fragments impaling his chest. A tsunami of thick, velvet, crimson blood dripped slowly down his frozen corpse, creating an eighth ocean! His eyes were skeletal, as white as snow. He suddenly croaked out...... “Floren-!”
His voice died away into eternal darkness...
By Joel and Rory Beechwood School (Elizabeth College,Guernsey)
Comment by Anita Vine on October 14, 2010 at 13:47
He is gone I say, my eyes fill up with tears but in my mind I know I am going to find this killer. Suddenly I felt a strange feeling in my bones like a chill running down my spine. This feeling is a feeling I have never felt before. In the corner of my eye I saw a shadow. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye to make him proud to find his killer. The door slammed shut with a big bang, I ran as fast as my feet would go. I ran to follow him, I was on the street suddenly it went all black, Black as the night suddenly I heard a scream around the corner, I went to look but there was nothing. There was a drop of blood coming down from the sky, I looked up and found a dead body above me hanging on the lamppost. This person is a killer and I am going to find him, I may have lost him for now but I will get him one day. I go back home thinking about the man, the killer,then I remember MUM I run back home to find....
By Louis H and Angus (Castercliff Community Primary School, Nelson)
Comment by WP Central on October 15, 2010 at 7:49
Her lying over dad sobbing, I thought it would be kind if I left her to herself for a few minutes And then it suddenly struck me when dad took his last words he
croaked floren… and his voice DIED away maybe he didn’t have
time to finish what he was saying maybe he was trying to tell me the killer so
I could try and carry on with what he was trying to investigate… but that was
years ago now and Florence is under strict surveillance for killing dad and
fifteen other spies on that day when my poor dad (god rest his soul) was put to
rest and yes it was Florence that killed my dad but I have children of my own
now and my dad is in the past so I am going to try and not make the same
mistake my dad did with me and my poor mother, being a spy.

PS:I am still puzzling about that look Florence gave me just like dads but really what I think about that… never mind.

Luisa and Rachael, St Clair

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