“Brenda” Ralph addressed the woman as he stepped into the tense room. Pamela turned to face the man, praying to whatever Gods existed that he would pretend the woman in front of her didn’t exist, or at least show some hatred towards her. That was only wishful thinking. His expression had softened, his thin lips pulling into a half smile but his ( Read more... )

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[Happy Valentine’s Day - this is really a filler - and fluffy - chapter more than anything else ( Read more... )

Fear. Pure and unrequited fear. It was Pamela’s most detested emotion. She had felt in as a child, strolling into her childhood home, her thin arms burdened down with freshly picked pears; only too find her heartbroken mother pouring her heart out on the wooden floors of the hallway. She had felt it then. The fear had made her drop the pears and ( Read more... )

When Ralph returned from the kitchen, it looked as though a bomb had exploded. Pamela’s brown tweed jacket had been discarded on the sofa, while Jane’s black satchel had been emptied of its contents. Now, Ralph’s coffee table was covered with Jane’s multi-coloured notebooks, textbooks and sketchpads. From his vantage point, he noticed several of ( Read more... )

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Sleep was something Pamela had always craved. Countless nights had been spent staring at the blank ceiling of her Victorian townhouse, or tossing and turning against crisp white sheets as the nightmares of years prior attacked her in her restless dreams. Now, that felt like a distant memory. As soon as her head had hit the freshly pressed pillows ( Read more... )

The wind from the east had a slight chill to it when darkness fell. Pamela had seated herself on the plush leather sofa, where Jane had been able to wheel her chair up beside her - the child still being unwilling to leave her mysterious companion for too long - while Ralph took the single seat across from Pamela. On the coffee table lay the silver ( Read more... )

Never in her short life had Jane ever been so excited. Walking down the crisped leaf covered street, Ralph effortlessly pushed her wheelchair in front of him while Pamela stood at her side, walking in step with the contraption that allowed Jane to see at least a little of the adventurous world around her. Glancing between her father and the ( Read more... )

Summer was long gone by the time Pamela had returned to America. Stone grey pavements were covered with a healthy coating of thin, withered sunset toned leaves, while the once humid air had a gentle breeze to it, the sort that made you long for the warm arms of another. Clear blue skies were now filled with fluffy white clouds, blocking the burning ( Read more... )