Chapter 5Iris felt her muscles spasm as she whirled out of a deep sleep into sudden wakefulness. My father lost my mother at a fair. A voice whispered inside her head.
My father lost my mother at a fair.Peering into an unfamiliar darkness, Iris felt a small fist hammering in her heart, thik-thik-thik-thik, true-true-true-true. She hadn’t heard this tempo except in her nightmares; now she felt trapped within the recurring nightmare she’d had from the time she was seven years old. Usually, she would awake from her nightmare in her own bedroom, but as she looked around in a panic at the small dark room, she realised that tonight she was alone with her fears.
thik-thik-thik-thik, true-true-true-trueThe nightmare was always the same – looking up, she saw vultures circling the barren field whe
