Welcome to my Nightmare Cowering Lucy hid behind the caravan.  Her best dress spattered with beetroot juice.  Pieces of glass and beetroot clung to her hair.  Acid curled and uncurled in her stomach. Shaking like a leaf she mumbled whispery prayers, begging forgiveness.  Knowing there would be none. “Lucy.  LUCY COME HERE!”  Nowhere to hide.  Nowhere to run.  Fear locked her limbs, rendered her