For the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.



Against the rapping on the wall

and the grinding of hinges,

the stamping of the ground,

the rasp of water breaking stone,

some nights, there is no defence.

The barred door will break,

claw marks in the oak,

and the print of bare feet on the flags

the only traces.

When the owl cries,

no one will listen,

no one will hear

except the wind among the rafters.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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