They didn't sound like gunshots. That's all she remembered thinking at the time. The bitter noise slicing through the hazy summer evening started off like a gunshot but ended up as something sharp. Perhaps somebody had dropped something on a building site across the Valley. That's what she allowed herself to think the first three times she heard it. Then the traffic on the distant motorway stopped, the echoing vibrations of cars racing home abruptly finished. Noise stopped traveling down through the trees and across the length of the river. The sky, which had begun the day as a cobalt blue had morphed into slate grey. The sound came again, but this time it wasn't alone. It didn't sound like gunshots. That's all she could think of, when the door splintered and there they were.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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The sky, which had begun the day as a cobalt blue had morphed into slate grey~Beautiful.