Another little prompt from that writing group on Facebook. We did a live sprint, or rather, several, and then ended up with a ten minute flash writing challenge.
The prompt was Death.
This was what came to me…
DEATH
Death.
Huh.
You don’t scare me.
Really.
You’re just a namby-pamby character in a stupid, dark, hooded costume.
That scythe? It looks like you ordered it from Amazon.
Seriously.
You know what scares me more?
Suffering.
It’s not the fact that you want to take me.
It’s more how you plan on doing it.
Will it hurt? How long will it last?
And will I be able to see my family one last time?
Now that.
That scares me the most.
Never seeing my family again.
Not being able to say goodbye.
Not being there to give guidance to my children, be the lifetime companion of my partner, be the support for my elderly parents.
Death, you can take me.
Just make sure you give me enough warning.
Enough time to embrace all the ones I love, just one more time
Enough time to write letters to them all, with my words of advice for them.
Enough time to make sure I’m not leaving them in dire straits.
Please.
That’s all I ask.
It’s not much, really, is it?
Well, obviously it must be at the moment.
You are in a right rush, aren’t you?
Taking people left, right and centre.
All I see are people weeping, broken because they couldn’t say their farewells.
I’m hearing reports of these poor folk ill, suffering, alone in a hospital bed, with no one but the medical angels around them, scurrying from patient to patient, easing their last moments as best, they can, knowing there is little they can do.
Seriously, Death, I’ve had enough now.
I’m actually not ready to go with you.
I’ve got far too much to do.
I’m stronger than you – well, my willpower is, anyway.
I’m not going anywhere.
Just you try.
Anyway, I’m not allowed out anywhere at the moment.
How are you going to get in, when I’m not even opening the front door?
Goodbye, Death.
I’ll see you when I’m ready.
Ritu 2020
A prompt this morning in a writing group I am a member of, on Facebook, resulted in these words…
Out of the shadows, it crept
I watched through the window and nearly wept
“Finally, you’re here!”
Then I actually shed a tear
A figure, covered from head to toe
Arms filled with boxes, bags and so
Upon my doorstep, they were placed
Then back, the figure raced
I tentatively opened the door
And knew I’d be hungry no more
Locked in self-isolation prison
I’d been worrying about getting provision
But the angel that lives next door
Has been my lifeline, and more
I looked up, and there he stood
He tentatively lifted his hood
A socially distanced smile reached out to me
“You need anything, just call me.”
Something good that’s come out of all this
We’ve reached out to people we’d usually miss
The elderly and the young
New friendships have sprung.
Ritu 2020
I honestly thought I would get about five books read, but what with all that is happening in the world, I have managed to plough through a few more books than that… check out what I have been reading!
Flora works in a florist. She is there morning, noon, and would happily be there night, too, if the place didn’t close. She filled gaps in her own life, by working nonstop, choosing beautiful blooms at the markets, creating floral masterpieces and generally brightening the days of the customers. But nothing fills the void she feels upon entering her substandard apartment. No family to call her own. No partner to share a meal with. Just a space filled with damp and discord. Losing her mother at a young age, and having to live with an aunt who makes it pretty clear she wasn’t wanted, does nothing for her self esteem. Then she meets Jack. Or rather Jack enters the florist and her house. Jack, who has voids of his own. Despite her best efforts, Flora gets swept up into a romance that she is convinced won’t work. After all, no one else important in her life ever hangs around. Besides, Jack already has a family. Two motherless girls. How is that going to work? And then, he wants to take her on a long-standing family holiday to visit the dead wife’s best friend, Claire? Sarah Morgan, you did it again! I knew I’d enjoy this book. I’ve liked other Sarah Morgan books, so I was under no doubt of that. But, it wasn’t just good, it was fantastic! I felt so much emotion, learning about Flora and her background, I rooted for Izzy, Jack’s eldest daughter, who didn’t want anyone taking the place of her mother. I sympathised with Claire, a woman who lost who she thought was her best friend,,, Told from the point of view of the three women, this story really captured the feelings of different people involved in familial loss.
Many thanks to NetGalley and HQ for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Okay, so I have to officially say, I am in love with this book. I was lucky enough to win an advance copy from HQ Stories, and I am so grateful to them for choosing me as a winner because this book was just AMAZING Through quite a light-hearted way, author Jessica Ryn tackles some pretty HUGE issues, such as mental health, postnatal and homelessness, and more. It is told from the perspective of two women. Dawn Brightside, our main character, who is homeless, and running from someone, has been for a long time, yet has the positivity of Little Miss Sunshine. All she wants to do is help others. And find her daughter, Rosie. Then there is Grace Jennings, manager of St Judes, a hostel for the homeless that is on the brink of having funding pulled. Both have led hard lives in their own ways. Both want to help others. Both would be devastated if St Judes closed. I don’t quite know how much to say, without giving away spoilers, but I was totally immersed in the story, pretty much immediately. I giggled at points, and honestly, felt tears pricking at others. Life, love, relationships – all covered. A simply magnificent debut from this author, who I will definitely want to read more from!
A bittersweet tale about a friendship that soured because of an awful mistake made, and the illness and small child who brought them back together. Lauren, or Loll, is reeling from the break up of her marriage, then she receives a letter from someone who was more important to her than anyone else, in her life, until that mistake. Cass has never really forgiven herself for the huge mistake she made, that lost her the best friend a girl could ask for. Would she be able to rekindle that bond now, six years later, knowing she had such little time, and so much to say and explain? Vee’s life is turning upside down. Her mum is getting sicker and suddenly her new ‘aunty’ shows up. This book tells of a journey, both physical, and metaphorical, of two women who try to patch up a relationship that tore apart. Can they repair it? A sad tale, but beautifully written. Many thanks to NetGalley and One More Chapter for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
The description of this book made me intrigued enough to request it. Unfortunately, the story failed to capture my attention enough. A Sardinian translator travels back home to see his grandmother who is on her deathbed while in the middle of translating a version of Moby Dick. There were no chapters in the book, which I found a bit strange, I finished, but at a push. But it did make me intrigued about Sardinia… maybe one day I’ll visit the Domas de Janas… NetGalley and Hodder and Staughton, for an ARC . in exchange for an honest review.
A classic rom-com, if ever there was one! Imagine, being in a grief-stricken stupor, adding alcohol to it, and ending up at home with a hot stranger who leaves you wanting more, but disappears the next morning, Then, finding out the next morning that said hot stranger is actually the new employee at your own company! That is exactly what happens here and the ups and downs that ensure make for a great, addictive story! Many thanks to NetGalley and Harper Collins, One More Chapter fort an ARC, in exchange for an honest review.
Kiley Dunbar is an author who I have come to love, having read her first two releases swiftly in 2019. Summer at the Highland Coral Beach most definitely didn’t disappoint my expectations. A feel-good story, with a touch of sadness, but filled with positivity and hope. Beatrice finds herself in a rickety old pub hotel in Port Willow, a tiny village in Scotland after the devastation of a miscarriage and separation. A drunken decision to get away, at first, seems like a great idea, but after arriving, Beatrice has second thoughts. A place in the back of beyond, with gruff, rude landlords, a tiny room, and to top it, the activity she’d booked, hadn’t been. The story unfolds as Beatrice begins to get to know characters in the village, despite promising herself to leave and go back t the Midlands, and her woeful life back home. The landlords, brothers Eugene and Atholl reveal softer sides, and yearnings of their own, Ever the problem solver, Beatrice gets sucked into their lives, and soon finds herself having feelings for someone she hadn’t been expecting. There’s matchmaking, romance, a broody Scotsman, laughter, celebration and acceptance. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and look forward to more from this author. Many thanks to NetGalley and Hera Books for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
This is definitely a book I think all young women of a certain age should have access to reading. It follows the story of Marin, a high school student at her prime, gearing up for college applications. She ends up developing a kind of friendship with an English teacher, Bex, that turns sour soon enough. He takes advantage of opportunities presented to him, and when Merin finally finds the confidence to tell someone of authority, she is the one blackened, not him. She loses friends, and more importantly, her best friend, and her self respect, for a while. But there are people out there for her too… A tale about trust, mistrust, abuse of power and belief in one’s self. Many thanks to NetGalley and Pan Macmillan for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
I have long been a fan of Susan Lewis, and this book was another delve into fantastic storytelling, Joely is reeling from a marriage that is collapsing, due to her husband embarking upon an affair with her best friend. The betrayal doesn’t end there. He. decides to move out and their daughter decides she wants to leave too. An opportunity arises for Joely to work away for a while, as a ghostwriter for an established enigma of an author who ends up with much more than just her own story to tell. Forbidden love, loss, revenge, lies and secrecy: it’s all there and more. Such a compelling story, I finished it in a day! Many thanks to NetGalley and Harper Collins for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Oh, I really enjoyed this book, soooo much! Initially, I wondered if it was going to be a fictional version of from 13 to 30, you know, that film where the girl wishes she was older and somehow ends up in her 30th decade. But now, this was a book with a much more literal switch!. Leena Cotton is suffering. She might be on the cusp of having a breakdown. In fact, she kinda does in the middle of an extremely important presentation at her high-flying job. Being forced into a two month paid break by her boss means she decides to go back home. Leave the bustle of London for her family village in the north, to the home of her grandmother, Eileen Cotton. Eileen has been struggling in her own way. in her golden years, with no husband any more, she wants options, and there are not many local to her. What ends up happening is the switching of lifestyles of these two women, in a surprisingly entertaining way. I loved both Leena and Eileen. I want a grandma like her! There was excitement, love, conflict, and many cups of tea. a perfect book! Many thanks to NetGalley and Quercus for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Published April 16th 2020
Some really great reads up there! Which one caught your eye? What have you been reading this month?
IMAGINE
Imagine there’s no bog roll
It’s easy if you try
No real tissue to wipe with
Gonna have to air dry
Imagine all the people without a bidet
Imagine no MacDonalds
No Costa, KFC
On no, what will you eat now?
Gonna have to cook your own tea
Imagine all the people raiding ASDA
You may say I’m a dreamer
Actually I’m not, it’s really on
I hope, some day this Coronavirus
Will feck off and just do one
Imagine kids home schooling
Parents trying to teach
Controlling all their offspring
Voices raising to a screech
Imagine all the adults reaching for the gin
Ooh oh ooh
You may say I’m a dreamer
Actually I’m not, it’s really on
I hope, some day this Coronavirus
Will feck off and just do one
Ritu 2020
But I Smile Anyway... 