It was the summer the streetlights flickered and died for good, and the cul-de-sac at the end of Holly Molly Lane became a kingdom of shadows.
They burst through the back door as one, slamming it shut. The kitchen light flickered. The hot chocolate smelled of safety. night games holly molly
Maya peered through the blinds. The cul-de-sac was empty. The oak tree stood still. Sam was already at the table, sipping cocoa, his mosquito-bite mark fading. It was the summer the streetlights flickered and
Silence. Then a rustle.