1958 DARK NIGHTS.

Ingrid hears her mother's cries and moans in the night flesh slamming against flesh she cringes wondering if she'll be next in line she is torn by her fear should she stay just in case her father doesn't come or should she go and see if her mum is ok? her room's dark a slither of light comes from the moon through curtains a steam train goes over the steel bridge just over the roadway she listens for more moans flesh on flesh thump thump slap she sits up on the edge of her bed there are sounds whimpering then footsteps in the hall her father shouting out she cringes she wishes Benedict was there now she wishes he could be her young knight in shining armour on his snow white horse charger but he's not he's asleep in a flat down the stairs she hears her mother's moans a door slams then silence she creeps back into bed carrying Benedict her young knight in armour in her head.

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