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...
I could stare at the first picture and the cemetery all day. Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelly. The first picture is in York and the cemetery is a Scottish one that my father dragged my mother and me round in his search for family history.
ReplyDeleteI like the statue and cemetery pics the best. I should take more photos. I've just been lazy.
ReplyDeleteThey only remind me how very much I need a holiday. There is nothing quite like the cemeteries in the UK.
ReplyDeleteI just stumbled onto your Photo Inspiration page. Very nice! Do you ever enter any of the Photo Challenges online? There are many and I find them a great break from writing. Take a look!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patricia. I'll have to have a look for those.
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