They ran through all the gardens before anyone caught them. Bits of grass, leaves, and mud clung to their bare feet. Everything was cold, fast asleep in the dead of the night. She fell once, twice, before he even thought to hold onto her arm. Another almost and they were home free. No one would be the wiser.
'We can't leave footprints.' She hissed in his ear.
Her breath was hot and ragged from the running, but he barely noticed.
'They'll think the dogs got into something.'
That was his plan, and he knew if they walked on the very edges of their feet, it would look like it. Now all they had left to do was to get to their respective beds without getting caught. |
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RYC: It was brilliant, it wasnt the picture show though it was the stage production 
Was great!!!