Week 5 Creative Non-Fiction
Seven Hills by Helena Wright It was 11pm. The floors were swept, the counters were wiped, and it was about time for me to clock out and go home. I groaned at the thought of the walk back to my house in the rain. It wasn’t far, but it was up the hill; one of seven. Sheffield is built on seven hills. One in city center, one in Nether Edge, one in Meadow Head, one from Manor to Manor Top, one in Firth Park, one in Wincobank, and finally, one in Hillsborough. The one I couldn’t avoid. I lived on Dykes Hall Road, right at the top, past the tram lines, past the park, past the stadium. The walk was unbearable after days like this. I looked over my list of end-of-day tasks for the cinema. I was the only one on the close today, so if I missed anything, I would definitely get the blame. I walked round the little cinema. It was eerily empty. Of course, there would never be customers at this time, but I thought it was strange for there to not even be any staff. I listened to my ...