What’s in a sign? Danger, deep water – someone must have planted it there in the first place. It can’t be that deep can it? I wade in towards the sign. My mates are whooping from the river bank. My legs treading water, I want to turn back, but I don’t want to look like a chicken. Why did I take the dare? I can’t swim.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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