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Wednesday Withdrawal – Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again

Martha stopped the recording and sank back into the pillows. His apologies bounced around the walls. When was the last time she had left him? It was the church she turned to that time. There was no taking away from the cold, unfeeling wood of the pew beneath her legs. Charles with the same comfortingContinue reading “Wednesday Withdrawal – Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”

Fandango’s Story Starter – Don’t you dare come any closer

Something in the darkness spoke. It was a quiet voice drifting over the lake like a phantom of my past. ‘Don’t come any closer.’ It said. I didn’t know if it was human, but I had heard it before. My hands reached out, but there was nothing there. At home in the dark, nothing fazedContinue reading “Fandango’s Story Starter – Don’t you dare come any closer”

My First Day – Poem by Diana Coombes

My First Day Stomping, screaming, shouting, clung to my mummies knee, I just want to go right home, will no-one hear my plea. Pouting, prising, parting, my mummy gone away, led gently to the bright room, and told I had to stay. Scanning, spying, spotting, a dolls house with a tree. Plastic plates and cups,Continue reading “My First Day – Poem by Diana Coombes”

Tuesday Test – Snippet – It Won’t Happen Again

‘Is it such a good idea love?’ ‘I won’t call him,’ Martha tried to assure her friend. ‘I know he nearly . . . he nearly.’ ‘You can say it,’ Theresa said, and knelt in front of Martha. ‘He nearly killed you and you have to be strong this time.’ ‘He didn’t mean for itContinue reading “Tuesday Test – Snippet – It Won’t Happen Again”

Monday Milestone – snippet from It Won’t Happen Again

‘Martha love, get back to bed.’ ‘Where’s Laura?’ Martha asked, and combed the room for traces. ‘She had to go and get a change of clothes. I said you would be out for the count for a while.’ Theresa poured some hot water into a battered brown teapot, stirring the teabags as she did so.Continue reading “Monday Milestone – snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”

Sunday Slice of It Won’t Happen Again

Chapter Seven Martha Every step was torture for Martha, like sharp nails were being pushed into her skin. Determined, she gritted her teeth and rammed through the pain barrier. As she hobbled into the kitchen, she glanced around. In the corner, her best friend watched the kettle boil. Steam rose and disappeared into the kitchenContinue reading “Sunday Slice of It Won’t Happen Again”