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'd like to be on the beach or wearing that ring. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely and provocative photos.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments.
ReplyDeleteLiked all the photos, but am most drawn to the ripe, succulent berries/fruits. What are they?
ReplyDeleteHave an idea they are hawthorn but not sure.
ReplyDeleteFi-you have quite the eye. I a such a beach person. I grew up on the coast was forced to live in London for six years (OK, I did say I do, so not quite forced) and now I am back on the coast. That is probably my favorite picture.
ReplyDeleteFi - I, too, am drawn to the water like Brenda, living in California, but it was your butterfly that grabbed me, sitting in the sunlight among shadows. I once captured such a moment. A butterfly sitting on the outstretched arm of my 4yr old son. My little toe-head was mesmerized, and so was I as I watched them frozed for a moment in time.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda and Nancy. This butterfly or moth (not sure which) just refused to move. Maybe he's a filmstar moth.
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