It was about 6pm when i heard a knock on the door. it jason, my teenage neighbour. he looked cold and upset. “what’s wrong, jason? ” “i my key and i can’t get into my house.” “come in. today’s not a day for long walks, or long waits,” i looked out the window. it hard and it was windy. the weather was getting every hour. jason off his coat and boots. his were wet and i gave him a pair of socks to change into. a cup of hot tea and some biscuits soon made the boy feel warm. “where are your parents, jason? ” “i / i can’t call them because of this,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to me – the screen and the phone was obviously dead. jason focused on the food again. he took his biscuit and said: “i wish my mum could make biscuits like this.”
