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…

Thursday fragments 10

Extracted from Molly’s Dreams which is available on Amazon When I first started school I felt very important as I got dressed in my new school uniform, although my feet hurt from those shiny black leather shoes. I was wearing a pale blue checked pinafore and I had a little school port to carry my lunch and a…

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…

Book review – When the Night Comes by Favel Parrett

When the Night Comes is a story of loss and absences—missing fathers, a mother that is barely there, sailors and a ship that comes and goes… Favel Parrett writes beautifully evocative passages that take me right into the confused heart of a lonely teenage girl who is longing to be somewhere that footsteps don’t echo…

Thursday fragments 9

Extract from Molly’s Dreams available now from Amazon It was a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday and the winter sun was smiling on my face as I carefully parked my bike in the racks at the back of the school playground. I wasn’t late for a change and had been feeling better about myself since my birthday.…