Thursday fragments 11

Extract from Molly’s Dreams, available from Amazon As the school year progressed I began to learn how to write. With my little fingers clutched around a wooden pencil, I had to take down the words Mrs Mills had written on the board and put them in my exercise book. By the end of the day my fingers were…

By Light of the Third Moon – Part 3

‘Beatrice, it’s morning, lovey―time to get ready for school.’ Gwen’s voice penetrated the fog of Bea’s sleep. She put her head under the pillow and tried to ignore her grandmother. She had almost fallen back to sleep when she felt her grandmother’s hand on her shoulder. ‘Come on, sleepy head. You can’t spend all day…

By Light of the Third Moon – Part 2

Bea sat and looked up at the stars. Their twinkling brightness in the autumn sky was comfortingly familiar. At least one thing wasn’t all screwed up. The moon was large on the horizon. Mist drifted slowly over the precipice, shrouding the valley far below. Bea couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here but she knew she…

By Light of the Third Moon – part 1

The grey block of apartments where Emily lived was gloomy in the winter rain. Water dripped down the stair well and pooled around the rubbish bins clustered in the alley. An old car body was covered in graffiti and rust. The apartment was empty when Emily got home from school. Her mother was working overtime…

By Light of the Third Moon – prologue

The school bell rang. Loud and shrill. Metallic. It signalled the end of winter and the beginning of my final year of school. A chance for a new beginning my mother had said. A chance to start over fresh. But I knew I would never ever forget. How could they expect me to forget everything that…

Thursday fragments 8: Christmas

When Christmas Eve came I could hardly get to sleep. Mum sent me to bed early but I just lay there trying to hear the sound of Santa’s sleigh on the roof. Every now and then I would sneak out to the lounge room to see if Santa had been yet. ‘Molly! Get back in…

Thursday fragments 7

The bell rang at the end of lunchtime detention and I packed my bag and joined the rush in the hallway to get to class. It was maths again. I wished I didn’t have to do maths on my birthday, but I opened my book and tried to listen to the teacher explaining something about…