Extract from my work in progress, A clutch of writers are working together in the Languedoc
... Again Joe leapt off the bed. He shook his head very hard and - without bothering to decant it into the glass - gulped down water from the water-jug. Wiping his mouth with his hand he satdown at his work table and turned on his laptop.
Then he closed his eyes and brought up a vision of the first group home - lvy House – where he lived when he was ten. He decided that this new story must start on the boy’s first day because he’s in the front hall and the kids could only use that when they arrived. The rest of the time they had to use the side door. Then, remembering what Kit said, Joe begins to make a list
Black and white tiles
fine carved staircase
table with fancy flower arrangement - dusty
long, thin red carpet
two over-stuffed chairs – dusty
smell of burnt broccoli,lavender, wax, coke dust
Joe began to think that this story would be about the fear the boy felt on entering this unknown world. The words started to flow onto the screen,...
From At the Maison Bleue