The Charity Shop is home to Biscuit and his friends. ‘Odd’ things happen here all the time but mostly they go unnoticed. The shop is very special indeed; it rests in a slumber that events are about to change. A simple storm could be all it takes  to change their peaceful lives forever.

Biscuit pressed his face hard up against the shop window as he gazed out at the heavy rain beating down on the road outside with a loud hiss. The shop lay still and empty of customers and for Biscuit time began to drag. A gust of wind hurled the driving rain into the window sounding like gravel striking the glass but Biscuit hardly noticed. He stared sadly through the distorted rain swept window as a flash of lightning lit up the shop; for a split second, everything turned white. Rumbling thunder swiftly followed and the little shop trembled in its wake.

 

 

    

 

   
Biscuit moved away from the window and blinked at the strange light. The other toys in the shop did the same. Sherbet, the shop dog, lifted his head from his warm blanket, twitched his nose at the ionised air and slumped back to the warmth of his blanket.
   

An almighty crash shook the glass in the shop window as a torent of rainwater gushed from the ceiling. The calm quiet shop was about to become a hive of activity any second. to be continued

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