This is a collection of funny, sad, thoughtful stories about the world beyond the obvious.
'And so, here she stood, at the edge of the copse, beyond the house in which the sweet-munching spoilt boy with black rotten teeth had lived; beyond the collapse of corrugated iron which had been a pig pen; beyond the tree she and Ffion had climbed to hide from their little sisters; beyond the bracken where they played cowboys and indians; beyond the blank nettly, brambly space where the playground had been, where the teenagers had mocked their attempts to touch the sky on the swings; beyond the rocks they'd climbed and from which, alone again, she had sometimes sat and stared at the mountain on the other side of the river, a greenish mound like a giant settled for a sleep.'
Once there was a little girl who spent a lot of time alone. She sat under trees and sheltered in caves and hollows. She sat under bridges and looked downstream. She looked into mirrors and into books and out of windows onto storms crashing over the mountains. She imagined.
She grew up, but she has never stopped imagining.
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About the Author
I am married with two children and live in Dorset. For more of my writing please visit: www.paulaharmondownes.wordpress.com