Jasper

The rain lashed down onto the face of the lady walking along the shadowed street. She kept looking over her sholder like she was being followed. On mulitiple occations the howling wind blew fiercely causeing her to trip and nearly fall. The street lamps flickered and ingnoring the dangers of the stormy weather the lady broke into a run. She cradled something rapped in old towles and bed sheets. There was only one thing that she was sure of and that was delivering the bundle to a safe house were no one would think of looking. The lady turned the corner and the building loomed up in front of her. It was an old building prevously used as a hospitle but converted when the new one was built on the other side of town. Everyone knew this building was here but most people chose to ignore it, prefering to get on with a normal life and forgetting about the parentless children who lived there. The perfect hiding place. The lady left the bundle in the porch, rung the door bell then sprinted off into the darkness. She saw a child opening the door before she disappered from exsistance.