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Jessica – Part Four

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Day four of Jessica Week has dawned, and Part Four of Jessica is here, on Helena’s blog. Wow. She’s a braver woman than I am…

Today, the devil makes an appearance, we read of demon-hosting and apple pie. Better than cherry pie, right? (Yes, I love me a Twin Peaks reference).

Oh, and, before I forget. If you prefer to read your novels in one hit, I am given to understand (heck, who am I kidding, I know, I’m part of this horror-filled, yet fantastic endeavour) that Jessica will be available on e-reader (sound recordings included!) and also in real, live, honest-to-goodness paperback. So your fingertips will ooze with gore, in front of your very eyes.

Coming soon (yes, very soon) to… yes, well, I’ll leave you in suspense. It’s what I do.

JESSICA

Angel – 3 Word Wednesday

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She cannot be reached. I have tried, oh believe me, I have tried.

She is defensive. She hides behind barriers, she is impermeable.

I have seen her, striding purposefully along the city streets, head held high, gaze fixed firmly on the middle distance. She never makes eye contact, ignores the hesitant smiles of baristas, waiters and newspaper vendors. She is ice, personified.

Or is she? Her breath quickens now and again, as if a thought has penetrated, as if her fertile imagination has flooded her mind with colour and light.

I am needy, I confess. I want her to be thinking of me. Just me.

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Here is my latest entry for Three Word Wednesday.

This week, the words are:

Defensive

Fertile

Needy

Let me know what you think of my response, and do pop over to the Three Word Wednesday blog to see how others have responded!

The Girl – Magpie Tales

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The Girl had given up long ago. You could see it in her eyes.

She had decided – as young girls often do when life turns on them, viper fast and twice as deadly – that self-protection was her only option.

She pulled up her drawbridge. She armed her battlements. She opted for ‘No’ when she desired ‘Yes’.

Oh, The Girl’s life was safer, alright. How could it be anything more when she had turned her back on the world? How could she take risks with her arms folded tightly across her chest and her hands clenched into tiny fists?

She looked, but she did not see. She observed and noticed nothing.

She turned inwards. She defended herself from anyone and everything.

And so, she disappeared.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. I don’t know why this picture of cosy winter socks took me down this road. Sometimes, the muse is slant-eyed…

Please visit Magpie Tales for more creativity – you know you want to!