Saturday, 20 January 2018

The Hand by Grace E

“What is it?”
“Where has it come from?”
“How did it get on the roof of those flats?”
 Questions were being shouted and screamed around the whole town. A giant rubber hand was stood on the very top of the flats in the centre of the busy city. I looked up at the ugly thing. Its eyes were so narrow you could just only see them. It was not a pretty sight to see. It was like it was controlling the whole city of London. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was just horrifying. I wanted it to go!

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