Sisters of Silent street: Em fragment 1

Em pushes a wisp of hair out of her eye and knocks on the door in front of her. The wind seems to gather in violent swirls around her in this strange street and without thinking her free hand moves towards her belly. She looks about her with darting eyes and if anyone had been watching they might have wondered what the shifty, scrawny looking teenager could be doing, calling at such an old and echoing house.

The letter was in the pocket of her loose jacket – creased and stained from re-reading. She had opened it first under the covers of her narrow metal bed in the room at the hostel for Munitionettes where she lived. Silent Street – it sounded ominous and standing in the cold she had almost decided to turn back when the door opened. A steely-eyed old man stood there and beckoned her towards him impatiently