Thursday fragments 16

That night at dinner, the girls were still talking excitedly about the show. ‘Did you see how cute the lambs were?’ ‘I didn’t go anywhere near the animals,’ said Samantha. ‘It was too dusty and smelly in there.’ ‘Oh, but they were so cute, and the smell wasn’t that bad,’ said Jasmine. ‘What about the…

Thursday fragments 15

When I was eight years old my class at school started drawing pictures and writing stories to enter in the local agricultural show. Mrs Mills made us do them again and again until she thought they were perfect. She ripped one of my stories out of my school exercise book and screwed the page into…

Thursday fragments 13

The night before I turned six years old there was a big storm that rattled the house throughout the night. The loud thunder and flashes of lightning were so scary I wanted to sleep in Mum’s bed, but she said I should be brave now I was about to turn six. As I lay in…

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…

Elizabeth and Darcy

At school the following week we began reading parts from Jane Austen’s novels. Mr Norris let the group move all the chairs and tables to one side and we sat on the floor in the centre of the room. We each had to read a page and then pass the book to someone else at…

So many boys

When Friday night came, I put on my best skirt and brushed and curled my hair. Mum then dropped me off at the hall where the youth group was held and kissed me goodbye as I hopped out of the car. ‘Have fun, Molly. I will pick you up at eight,’ she called behind me. I…

Just another day at school

When I got to my locker I found David was standing in front of it again with his own locker door open. He had the locker next to mine, but he was talking to a friend instead of getting his books out. ‘Hi David, can I please get to my locker,’ I said quietly. David…