Enemy Encounter

Hannah Bateman

Hannah fixed her small wire glasses on her nose and around her ears, before looking out the kitchen window where she could see the weather was sunny and fine on this first Monday of the summer holidays. She washed the porridge dishes for her mother and hurried round for her schoolmate, Nan.

Flaxen haired Nan who has just turned nine, was tall and leggy like Hannah herself. Hannah admired Nan for her sense of adventure. She could jump from the highest point of the railway wall, across the broadest part of the burn that flowed beneath it, as well as any of the boys of the village. ... (continues)