A couple of hours past and I began feeling weary, my husband was passed out at the bar and I had my baby, restless in my arms. I heard a loud raw from the gang announcing that we were free to go, I rushed over to my husband slapping him out of his drunken slumber. Feeling determined we stumbled toward the door. A train whistle echoed I. The distance and the Kelly gang ushered us all into the inn. It was a moment that I'd remember for the rest of my life, when all hope was lost. I couldn't make sense of it, what were they doing?
My husband and I took a seat at one of the back tables in the inn. I remember faintly, him telling me that it was all okay, that no harm would come to us, building false hope. I could tell that it was hard for him to keep up this charade as we watched the band of criminals cloak themselves in the devils armour.
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False hope
Short StoryThis is just a short story that is written in the point of view of a by stander named mrs larry. This story is based on the Kelly gangs last stand (ned Kelly) at the glenrowan inn.
