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The Lady And The Lamp

My head dripped with sweat while all around, constant moaning rang. I swept around, tending to the wounded soldiers. As my skirts swished noisily, I held my lamp aloft, still alight. Lightning flashed and my tent shook violently. More men tossed and turned, groaning louder than the thunder. My lamp dimmed a little, but the feeble glow kept me going.
My feet slipped dangerously in mud and straw which caked the ground. I cared for these suffering men, I had slaved to come and heal. My light had now faded to just a spark which then shone and went out.

by Isobel Bee (Winner) (11)
Chacombe CEVA Primary Academy, Banbury


Competition - Ancient Adventures

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