The flat iron

I was home alone left to do the chores. Me ma had gone tothe backery to  get some cream buns for the post man as she had a fancy for him. The flat iron was done heating so I took some  leather gloves so I wouldn’t burn myself from it.I started of with me ma’s  peticoat and  suddenly I heard a sound from the back door it looks like nobody’s home said a strange voice then a burly Man came. In oh no Harry  there is a little las in here I was so scared so I just hit the man with the boiling hot iron! Oh no what have I done is he dead?

Clìabelle

One thought on “The flat iron”

  1. Hello Cliabelle, I really liked your piece of writing it was a bit violent but that’s okay.☺

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