Extract #6


He nods and places a hand to his forehead.
“I can’t remember why I left the building.”
“That’s okay. Were you alone at the time, Eddie?”
“Yeah, I think so. At first anyway.”
“Hon, this is good.” I encourage.“Were you gonna come home, did you try?”
“You see, this is where I cannot remember.”
Eddie’s face looks so thin and anxious, I want to stroke his cheek but I know that he will freak out.
“It’s just….you-you weren’t caught on local CCTV.”
“Really?” He gasps, as if this is completely new information to him.
“Hon, you were captured on a security camera over fifteen miles from home.”

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Extract #5


 

“Hon, your breakfast is here.”
“Oh.”
“Can I help you to reposition yourself?”
He nods. I don’t want to speak too soon, but he does look brighter this morning. Eddie reaches for the carton of juice and takes the straw from the side, pinching it with his thumb and index finger. He positions it horizontally and then vertically, not quite getting the gist.  I want to make him work it out himself, but it’s becoming heart-breaking to watch.
“Eddie, you need to pierce the circle of foil just here.”
Eddie seems to be observing me, as I tap the foil with my index finger. He’s looking at my hair or something. It’s nothing much, I pulled it up in a bun at the top of my head this morning and shoved some make-up on. I needed foundation to cover the blotches upon my face.
“You look nice.” He whispers. It’s the first compliment he has given me since it happened.

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Extract #4


Beth;

You must remember something, so do you?”
Eddie pauses and clears his throat. “Sketchy details.”
“Okay good. Please tell me more.”
“I-uh, I’m trying to remember, I really am.” He doesn’t want to go there.
“I’m gonna make you a coffee and something to eat.”
I think he just nods to stop me from going on at him. I make two medium strength coffees and add two teaspoons of brown sugar to his, he needs it. What would he like to eat? I don’t even stop to ask him, I know he’ll say no. Instead, I fetch a box of grapes from the fridge and place them on the table. Once upon a time, we could both get through a box of grapes a night. He sighs and reads the top of the cellophane. What is he examining? Whatever it was, he seems happy and picks one placing it into his mouth. To my relief, he eats around ten of them. I pretend not to notice, but mentally I am taking note of his daily calorific intake, that’s another 34.
“Shall I make you something more substantial?”
He shakes his head and slides the grapes from the table onto his lap.
“Nah, I’ll just look after these.” He whispers.
It’s then that I see a tiny sparkle in his eye, the one that originally I feared he might have lost.

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Extract #3


Eddie;

“Perhaps I can persuade you to stay.” She bats her eyelids and pouts. I laugh out loud.
“Yes tonight Beth, not now. I don’t want sex hair before work. Everyone will know.”
“It suits you!”
“I’ll make it up to you later.”
Beth grabs my hand and holds it to her chest. “Oh, will you?”
“You have my word.”
“Can I have it in writing, Ed?” She grins, rolling onto her back and star fishes the bed. I laugh and scribble a few words on a piece of paper, scrunch it up into a little ball and toss it at her shoulder.
“Ouch!” Beth unfurls the paper and giggles.
“Dearest Elizabeth, I owe you sex at seven. -Edward.” She reads.
“Bye.” I whisper, as she winks and blows me a kiss.  I finally break free, making a quick exit out of the door.

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Extract #2


He is always smiling. I hate it when people do that, they look mentally retarded. Anyhow, he just waltzes into my office and I didn’t hear his feeble knock. I loathe that too, when people do a pathetic tap. I look up to see him carrying a cardboard tray, filled with two large coffee cups and his briefcase in his other hand. Eddie places the coffee down on my desk and a piece of his immaculate hair flops out of place. He sighs and stands up straight again, checking his reflection in the mirror and running a comb all the way through his hair.
“Medium latte?”
“Oh, um thanks.” I state politely. He didn’t have to do that. He smiles at me again.
“I always think that coffee makes Monday mornings a little more bearable, don’t you?”
“Hmm, yeah.”
He finally goes back to his desk. Why is it that some people seem to be born happy? I mean 90% of the time, this guy is radiant and raring to go. I think he must be a morning person. A ‘bright in the morning’ bastard.

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A fiction extract. (Experimental)


It was 1989 and the first time that I almost succeeded in killing a man. Yes, that’s right, you heard me it was an attempted murder. You didn’t know him like I do, or did. In fact you don’t know him at all, so keep your nose out! Jeez, I’m kidding. I’ll tell you. He was so annoying, like a little tick that has embedded itself into your skin and just sits there draining all your blood and energy as the hours pass by. I sit and stare at the white brick walls before me and wring my hands as I acknowledge my bright orange, Guantanamo bay style boiler suit. I look like a prick. I reach for the non-existent cigarettes in my pocket, only to be disappointed to discover that they are not there. I am 28 years old and my cigarettes got confiscated, how crap. I press my head against my cell bars and they’re cold against my ears.
“Hey dude!” I hiss to the guy across the way; “Have you got a cigarette I can buy?”
But the man only shakes his head. I don’t even know his name; but he’s a tight little shit if ever there was one.

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Theodore extract; Chapter 2 (redraft)


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A short extract from chapter 2;

“But Miss McGrath, you are only 7 or so years older than some of us. How old was he?”
“38.” Please stop, Bonnie thought as her chest ached.
“How did he die?” Bonnie did not know how she would cope with this. She grabbed the little stool which was tucked away in the corner and sat herself down.
“Well now, I shall tell you all. My Father was called John McGrath. He was a tailor and worked for Mr Vaan. A lot of you will walk past that shop on the way to school, I imagine.”
They nodded.
“Well, Father started off as a tailor but when Mother and he moved to this village, Mr Vaan’s shop was not there, so he had no option but to find alternate work. Five winters ago, he worked in the fields; digging turnips, raking the land and doing other jobs. It was such hard work and we had a bitterly cold and wet winter that year. Father was forced to work for at least 14 hours a day, 6 days a week with only Sunday off.”
Bonnie gazed around at the silenced children. They all listened so intently to her tale that she thought it only fair to continue.
“He grew tired and it all became too much for him.”
“Did he die in the field?!” One child gasped. Bonnie shook her head.
“No Bessie. He grew so tired, Doctor Wilson feared for his health and persuaded him to leave. Then, by chance, when I was walking home from school, I saw an advertisement in Mr Vaan’s window.”
“The tailor shop?”
“Yes Bessie. You see my Father used to be a tailor, but until then there was no use for his skills. Mr Vaan was new to the area at that point, but luckily for Father he needed a helping hand in his shop. So, after Father had rested, he visited Mr Vaan and got the job. Unfortunately, even after he left the fields; he was not himself. He always had coughs and colds and had no energy. He-he caught Pneumonia. My Mother thinks that someone suffering from it might have come into the shop and given it to Father. He was so ill.” Bonnie whispered.
“And-and then he died?”
“Yes Charlotte.”
“What did he look like?”
“In general?”
“No, when he died.”
Bonnie knew that the children would be curious. She scratched her wrist and thought for a moment.
“He was peaceful. When his eyes were closed, it was as if he was sleeping.”

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Theodore extract; Chapter 8 (redraft)


 

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A short extract from chapter 8 ;

” Lady Jane, please sit with him. Perhaps you could hold his hand or…”
“Mr Howard, don’t you dare tell me what to do! Prince Theodore is my fiancé, and you are merely his servant. Can you leave us for a moment, please?”
“Yes, of course.”
Lady Jane sighed. “You poor thing; I am so sorry that this happened to you, Theodore. I wish there was something I could do. There seems little point sitting with you now, and I cannot believe that your Mother is not here.”
Theodore parted his lips and sighed. Lady Jane placed a hand to his forehead, it felt the same; he hadn’t developed a fever.
“Theodore, were you trying to say something?”
“Mmm?”
“Oh my dear! You heard me. What was it that you were trying to say?”
Mr Howard who had gone to fetch some water, returned with a fresh jug-full in his hand. He saw the change in Theodore and placed the water down, rushing to his side.
“You- your Grace?”
He held Theodore’s hand in his and examined the deep scratches upon his neck. How would Theodore react when he came to his senses?

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Theodore extract; Chapter 3 (redraft)


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“He cannot walk!”
“Evangeline dear, that’s precisely what he is doing.”
“It is too far!”
“Not at all, we have but a mile and a half left. Theodore is physically fit and well, he will manage.”
“He is not getting away with this.”
“He needs space, Evangeline.”
“And spaced out he shall feel, once I have boxed his ears!”
“Evangeline, you would do well to remember that Theodore is a man of almost 20. He is soon to be engaged and then he will be able to fly the nest.”
Queen Evangeline huffed and turned her head to one side. “Where is he now?”
“About 5 paces behind us, he is a fast walker.”
“I do suppose that he looks worn out.”
King Rupert glanced back once more at Theodore, who smiled at him a little.
“No, on the contrary, he looks radiant.”
“Urgh! You would say that, wouldn’t you? He is his Father’s son after all!”
“He is your…”
“That is not what I meant, you fool. He takes after you, he looks like you did at that age, you have similar mannerisms and personality traits. If Theodore was more like me, we would not have all these problems!”
“Which problems do you speak of?”
“He is an arrogant little rooster!”
“Oh, you think that I am arrogant?”
“Well, he must get it from somewhere. He is good at most things and certainly knows it, someone needs to take him down a peg or two from time to time. If it has to be me, so be…”
“Stop the carriage please!” King Rupert cried, exasperated by his wife’s deluded lecture.
“Oh, not you too!”
Like Theodore had, he ignored her and  exited the carriage and walked towards Theodore, who laughed a little. King Rupert placed his arm around Theodore’s shoulders as they paced  through the cobbled streets together, watching the carriage spin-off ahead.

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