Aggie Endersleigh
Today, I have something for you to read. It's a passage that I've decided to remove from my work-in-progress but I will use it in a future novel. This is still in first draft condition but I'd love to hear what you think and whether it creates the same emotions in the reader as it does in the writer (me). *** Aggie Endersleigh was dying. She wasn’t quite sure how old she was. She knew that the terrible magical explosion had taken place two days after her seventy fifth birthday but nobody would tell her how long ago that was. Some days it seemed that only a week or so had passed since then and on other days, when she caught sight of herself in a puddle or a window, she thought that decades must have gone by. Her grand-daughter had braided Aggie’s hair, finishing it with a tartan ribbon, and fastened her shoes for her. Such a good girl. There’d been cake and presents and lots of people laughing. Sometimes in her dreams she saw their faces but when she woke she could never...
Okay, Fi, so where is it you live? UK? Do you already have this much spring beauty going on there? If so...
ReplyDeleteWOW!!! It *is* inspiring. Thank you :~)
The beginning pics almost looked like angels getting ready to take flight.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments. Yes, I'm in the UK. Spring has been apparent for a while here.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! And I like the idea of a photo inspiration post. I may have to do that sometime....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Spring has sprung down here in the South as well, but our flowers are so different. Enjoy...
ReplyDeleteI love these photos, particularly the third from the top, what beautiful colors. Enjoy the spring!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!
ReplyDeleteWe still have a way to go before we are at this stage (she says longingly....)