The Rustic Ruby

‘Poppy, wake up Poppy, didn’t you hear that,’ whispered Patricia. ‘Hear what Patricia. Go back to sleep I’m too tired and I need my beauty sleep,’ said her identical twin sister turning her back on her. ‘Poppy you’re an eleven-year-old girl. Eleven-year-old girls don’t need beauty sleep now get up and look out the window. I’m sure I heard a terrible bang. It sounded like something big crashed into the garden hut. Poppy please I’m too scared to look.’ ‘Oh, for goodness sake you’re such a big baby,’ said Poppy. Wiping the crusty sleep from the corners of her eyes she lifted the torch she kept on her bedside table, switched it on and peered out the window scanning the garden with the beam and when she saw nothing she said, ‘see, there’s nothing there not even the hut.