I have been challenged to take up 777 by Kimberly. Basically to post the seventh page after the seventh line for seven lines of a work in progress… Does that make sense? Hope so. But Shadows Close is due to be published on the 31st of October so I thought, what about the whole of the seventh page.
So that is what I have popped below. The seventh page of Shadows Close. The story is called The Mouse Trap. Enjoy!
Lucy looked down at her hand and wondered. “I don’t know.” She turned and showed the hand to her son. He took in her red rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face, and then looked at it. He winced. He reached out a but didn’t touch it. Lucy held on to her wrist. She wasn’t sure but she thought that the hand was broken. Have to think of another story, a small voice told her. You can’t break your hand and your wrist in a car door.
“Mum?” Nate said, and Lucy sprang back to the kitchen, wondering how long she had been musing over the lie she’d got to tell. Nate had moved and was not at the doorway.
“Yes?” she said, not showing the panic she felt at having tranced out.
“I’m not going to school today.”
“That’s fine,” she said, distantly. Nate knew that she would forget. He wasn’t certain which was worse, the fact that his father beat his mother or the times when she wasn’t there. She was physically in his presence but she had gone somewhere else, somewhere better than here. He paused at the stairs and looked back into the kitchen. She was still in the same place, hunched over and cradling her injured arm. He stood there and watched her for a moment with eyes too old for his body and then sighing he moved up the stairs.
He was about to make a huge decision. He was going to make his father leave. It had been playing on his mind for a while, more than a while. At the beginning of the summer his dad had turned into the road and seen him talking to the new girl. She wasn’t white and Nate had given it no thought, but his father had seen. He’d rolled the family car to a stop next to them.
“Go to the house,” he had screamed, his face red and his eyes mean.
Nate had watched him continue down the road.
“That your dad?” the girl had asked.
Now I get to nominate….
My first nomination is:
Dyslexia and Me – http://thedyslexicstudent.wordpress.com/
My second is…
Annie – http://annieonwriting.wordpress.com/
Judith – http://judithbarrowblog.com/
And lastly my fourth…
Norma – http://normashilpi.wordpress.com/