Narrative writing - The Giant's necklace by Laura

Giant's Necklace by Laura


Sweat dribbled down her face, Cherry’s mother called out. Cherry didn’t register what had been said. She collected more shells.

SPLASH, water dripped around the 12year olds bare head and shoulders, salt stinging her eyes and face.
“CHERRY!”
Giggling faces – hot with sweat and red with excitement - smirked down at their little sister face.
“ WHATDYOUDOTHATFOR?”
“You didn’t hear?” he said before doubling up laughing.
“We’re going now, you coming?” the other said.
“OFCOURSIMNOTCOMING!” then a bit quieter now.” Just leave me alone O.K.” Cherry turned angrily but there was no one to lecture on surprising her. Her brothers were gone.
“Oh Cherry, remember what mum said.” A voice shouted from the cliff face.

Cherry winced as she climbed down the jagged rocks that lay protecting the little secluded cove which Cherry called the cove of Shells in a Cove for boats.

Then it hit her, sending the sensible girl into a hysterical mess. She tried to calm down but the devil of negative emotions had broken free from the prison inside of her.

Cherry sucked her wound. It wouldn’t heal in this humid weather. She racked her brains and rattled her memory but there was nothing there. Water trickled out of Cherry’s eye and swelled in her eyelids. The sun glinted through the tears casting rainbow colours on the shells that lay before her. Forgetting her troubles Cherry engaged herself once more in her shells.

A rumble in the distance brought Cherry momentarily back in to the land of sense. Just about to turn back Cherry felt that the air had become cleaner. So, that didn’t matter, did it? She reached over her electric blue towel. As she did this a jet of electric light and buzz entered Cherry’s figure. Static electricity here.

She saw it before she heard it. The wave spraying over her back.

“ Can I ask you a few questions about your daughter? Why did you leave her on her own.?”
Cherry’s mother answered in a sorrowful voice whilst mopping her face with a hankie. This had been going on all night. Coast guard and police officers asking the same questions over and over again.
“Thank you for your time, we will keep searching.”
Lightning stuck outside and Cherry’s mother saw her daughter just for a moment: Wet hair plastered to her face: Sodden clothes heavy and limp. It was that moment that Cherry’s mother accepted she was gone.