Lazarus

Yawning still half asleep, I pushed my sheep skin blanket aside, the smell of pancakes cooking on the fire wafted through my doorless room. My pillow was made out of an old torn potato bag with a mixture of broken brick and sheep skin, my bed was made out of old wood nailed together with a thin layer of soft spongy foam as a mattress. Our house is only small but big enough for us all, the walls on the outside are an orangey kind of coloured brick with other colours scatted through it. I walked out of my room following the smell, I saw my sisters Mary and Martha kneeling at the foot of our big brother Lazarus’s bed praying. Mary is tall with long wavy brown hair she wears nice dresses most off the time, the same with Martha. Lazarus has brown curly hair he wears a nice white and brown robe. My sister Mary started writing, I asked her questioning, “what are you doing?” Mary answered “I'm writing to Jesus asking for help” Mary announced suddenly “ I'm going to post this letter, Martha can you stay here with

Sophie & Lazarus” Martha said “ sure” On the way Mary bumped into a bunch of men. They asked “where are you going?” Mary answered