Damn you lot - I woke up thinking about this about 45 minutes ago! At least it was early enough to get it all down on my laptop whilst it was relatively fresh in my mind! How's this:
Back home in Newham, Molly couldn’t sleep. She had been like this night after night. She would wake up, her heart pounding, the sheets covered in perspiration. The image as she woke up was either of Bossman bleeding out in the scorching Afghan sun or of Badrai pointing his rifle at her. Above her, totally oblivious to Molly’s mental tortures, her little sister slept peacefully in her bunk.
Molly’s family was so chaotic that during the day, she barely had time to think properly at all about the last six months in Afghanistan. There were children to feed, squabbles to sort out and her parents’ bickerings to try and ignore. On top of that, she had to try and get used to the frequent visits of Shazza. She would never like Shazza, she knew that, but on the other hand, she could see that she was good for Belinda and if she could help her mother focus on something other than her unruly family, then maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all.
Molly looked at the clock. 4 am. Suddenly, her mobile started to flash with an unrecognised number.
“Who’s that?” she said in a muffled, sleep deprived voice.
“Molly, we have to talk. I know now is not a good time but I guessed you can’t sleep, just like I can’t?” said an oh too familiar voice . Familiar yes, but maybe with slightly more hesitation in it than usual.
“Boss?” she stuttered, her heart starting to pound again. “Give me a couple of minutes, I don’t want to wake everyone up.”
She tiptoed out of bed, opened the front door and went to stand outside on their balcony, wondering what on earth she was going to say………