I've been working on the sequel to Two Mother's Twin Daughters today. here is an excerpt.
Plunging
D
O
W
N
Into the abyss.
Where is hope?
Where is Joy?
Where is God?
Alice stared dry-eyed at the words she had just written. She
wondered dully if she had finally shed all the tears she had to shed. She picked
up her pencil and wrote one word. God. Is there a God? What means this sadness
in my heart, so dull and yet so real? Oh why can’t I ever remember the next
line? I wish I had never thrown it out. Alice aimlessly doodled in the corner
of her paper. Lines, squares, stacking blocks until she had created a wall, a
brick wall that covered half of her page, then she smudged each brick in
varying shades of gray.
She
heard a quick knock on the door and Sally peered in.
“Hi,
Alice, what are you doing?”
“Not much.” She quickly covered her artwork with her arm.
“Not much.” She quickly covered her artwork with her arm.
“Dad
wants to get a game of Monopoly going. Care to join us?” They had purchased the
game while in Canada.
“Not
really.”
“Dad
will be bugged with you if you don’t. Mum even agreed to play, and you know how
much she hates Monopoly.
Alice
casually drew a cloud around the word ‘God’ then put sunrays streaming from it.
“Okay,”
Seems like I am always giving in.
Alice
hardly paid attention to the game and had to be prompted more than once when it
was her turn to move.
It was
obvious no one was enthused. It was obvious no one was having fun.
Finally,
David slammed his fist down, making the game pieces skid and bounce.
“What a
grumpy, uncooperative family,” he yelled. “Here I am spending an evening with
you girls and all you do is act sulky. Women: Why did I have so many in the
first place?”
“You
could always send me away,” Alice blurted.
Everyone turned to stare at Alice. It was so out of
character for her to speak out boldly like that.
David
was the first to react. “You,” he cried! “You are the cause of all the trouble
around here with all your moping around! It’s high time you snap out of it!”
Sally
leaped to her feet. “You’re not her Dad! How dare you talk to her like that?”
Alice
stared, frozen with shock as her Dad’s hand came up and slapped Sally soundly
across the cheek. Never had anyone ever slapped someone across the cheek in
their family before. Alice screamed, Sally screamed, and Margaret reached out imploringly
to all of them.
“Pray,
children, pray,” she begged. “David, oh David, we must turn back to God with
all our hearts or we’ll lose our children. http://www.maryamsmusings.webs.com Two Mothers, Twin Daughters is available from Tate Publishers.
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