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 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…

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…

Thursday fragments 6

On the weekend my brother pushed me around the backyard in his billy cart. Stephen was fourteen years old while I was only four, but he let me play with him without getting annoyed like the big girls did. None of his friends from school lived near us so he was happy to drag me…

Thursday fragments 4

When I first began to be conscious of the world around me, there was a quiet house during the day when it was just my mother and I, then she would take me with her tucked up in a pram on the way to give my father his lunch. From the pram, the world outside…

Thursday fragments 1

A rocky headland stood above the long curve of beach, brooding and sinister in the dull light of late afternoon. A pathway rose from the beach, carefully climbing through the rocks to reach the windswept grassland where occasional low bushes crouched like old men over a campfire. A young family was out for an afternoon…