For Nanowrimo in 2016 I wrote a thriller for a change. Now that “The Cousins’ Third Adventure” is nearing final stages (fans of the series will be pleased to hear) I’ve had a quick look back at what I wrote, intending to start the edit .  And those waiting on ‘Berwick Street to Barcelona’ don’t worry I’m multi-tasking!

Here’s a taster of the first chapter of FEAR. I’d be really grateful if you could leave me a comment or two, either on here or FB to let me know what you think… 


ONE – Tanita – Escape

Clutching her baby closely to her chest she ran down the rain soaked street.  It wasn’t a good night to be out. The met-office promised storm lashed the coastal town with a force greater than predicted. The lamplights cast pools of light and dingy shadows full of dark promise. At the same time the lightning caused its own disturbing flashes and shadows creating frightening images in every doorway and plate glass window and door.

Running as if her young life depended on it she was careful to stay hidden in those shadows. She wanted nobody to see her, and luckily the weather meant there was hardly anyone around. The storm had sent the whole town’s population heading for cover on this fateful night in October. Now everyone was holed up for the night in their warm homes. This year there would be no trick or treating, or at least none of the traditional kind that usually filled the streets.

As she ran she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. She could also feel her baby’s laboured breathing through the blanket  which she had snatched up and wrapped him in as part of their escape. Although her thoughts were jumbled and her mind consumed by fear she also felt a kind of elation that at last she was free, that they were both free from Mack and his cruel ways.

For too long now she had had enough of the physical and emotional abuse that was being unleashed on her daily. She had wanted to get away for what seemed like her whole life. Tonight she had found the opportunity and the strength to break out and get away. She could hardly believe it.

Her mind hadn’t processed anything further than making her escape from the dungeon that Mack had created for her. As she ran down the street nothing had changed. The rain was thrumming against her face. She still had no clear plan of what she was going to do. To her this was a strange town and she had no idea where she was or where she was going, but at least she was getting away.

Huddled inside the blanket she felt and heard her baby sneeze.  Instinctively she pulled the blanket tighter to her breast. Her baby was all she had in the world and she couldn’t even begin to think about losing him.  Yet those thoughts still pushed insistently into her mind as she felt him shiver and sneeze again.

The lightning lit up the sky and the wet streets with frightening regularity, followed by thunder claps loud enough to rattle windows and doors. Tanita was petrified.  Everywhere she looked she saw danger, even imagining she had seen Mack’s face in some of the shop windows as she ran by.

All of a sudden the street lamps went out and the town was plunged further into darkness. Now only the latent light from the windows of the buildings lit up the streets. Although this would probably help Tanita’s escape she found the outside world was such a scary place, and nothing could allay her fear. She almost regretted escaping. At least she knew the fear and pain of before this was all new. The further she got from Mack’s hideous grasp should have made her feel easier, but she couldn’t let her guard down for a second. ……





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