screamed Claire. The cottage continued to shake and things began falling from shelves in the kitchen. A large, framed picture of a smiling family hanging on the wall swung wildly from left to right until it finally flew off the wall and smashed on the floor beside Mark. It felt like the whole house was crumbling around them. The walls and floor were still vibrating, but it ended as suddenly as it had begun. Suzy cried as a piece of plaster narrowly missed her head and she looked around the room. Everyone was crouched down on the floor, holding onto one another. Being the closest one to her, she had grabbed Tug’s hand without even realising it and let it go. The rain and wind continued unabated outside, but the cottage was now returned to silence. “Holy cow, what was that?” said Suzy. “Another plane didn’t crash, did it?” whispered Tricia. Kelly was now tired, angry and scared. “For Christ’s sake, Tricia, don’t be an idiot, it was an earthquake.”
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