Wordle ~ 424 #Poetry

 

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Scratch the year 2049 from your calendar

The discount has been discounted

There are no longer any on-line purchases

Finish reading your book now

Your granite walls are no longer safe

Your single mindedness has sunk the ship

The heat, the oil, has seared the world as we know it

We will not see 2050 in the same light

Nor see with the same eyes

Or feel with the same heart

To carry on.

It’s life, but not as we know it…

©anitadawes

#Throwback Thursday: A Shiny Coin for Carol Prentice by MarkBarry @GreenWizard62 #Drama

 

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“I swore that I would never go home,
but in the end,
I had no choice.
I had to confront what happened.
And them too.
It was going be icky. And totally scary.”

Carol Prentice left Wheatley Fields to attend university in Manchester and not once did she return in four years. Her beloved father visited her whenever he could, but then he passed away and it was up to her to sort his affairs.

She could have done this from a distance, but a woman can run to the far corners of the earth, but, in the end, she can never escape herself.

She had to come home: There was no other choice.
Taking a job at a bookshop for the duration, she befriends Steve – an older man who looks like a wizard and who knows everything in the world.
Carol quickly encounters the demons that forced her to leave in the first place – including Toby, the raffish local villain, with whom she shares the most horrifying of secrets and whose very existence means evil and mayhem for everyone around. Especially the lovable Steve.
Carol finds herself in the middle of a war between the two men:
A war which can only have one victor.
Soon, she wishes she had never come home.
But by then it was too late.
Much too late.

Our Review

“We received a copy of this book through Rosie’s Book Review Team”

The main character, Carol Prentice, made quite an impression right from the start with her dark clothes, hair and Doc Marten boots. She had come back to her family’s hometown after the death of her father, determined to sort her life out, and this involves a plan and a secret.

What does make someone choose one path over another and the hardest one at that?

A totally unpredictable and powerful story of what starts out as Carol’s revenge, but ends up being for someone else too. She came back home, knowing she would run into all kinds of bad memories, so what she intended to do had to be very important.

Some of the words Carol used confused me, but I am probably too old to understand the parlance of the young these days, but it did manage to help create a harsh rawness to the drama.

The other character I really liked was Steve, the bookshop owner. Steve is a thoroughly likeable older man and the perfect foil for Carol, giving the story another dimension. I did think it might have been better if Steve was younger, but maybe it worked better because he wasn’t, for there was enough going on without romance in the mix.

This is a gritty, well-planned story of revenge, every detail brings you slowly to the necessary showdown, but you won’t be ready for it. I know I wasn’t!

I didn’t want to enjoy this book quite so much, what with its nasty threads and even nastier people, but despite it all, there is redemption at the end and that for me, was well worth the read…

About the Author

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Mark Barry is a multi-genre writer and novelist. His work includes the minor cult hit Ultra Violence about football hooligans at a small Midlands football club and Carla, a quirky, dark, acclaimed romance with shades of Wuthering Heights.
He is the co-designer of the innovative Brilliant Books project aimed at engaging the many, many reluctant readers amongst young people.

He has one son, Matt, on the brink of University, with whom he shares a passion for Notts County Football Club. Fast food, comics, music, reading, his friends on the Independent scene, and horse racing keep him interested and he detests the English Premier League, selfish, narcissistic people and bullies of all kinds.

He is based in Nottingham and Southwell, UK, the scene of most of his fiction.

 

 

What were you doing, when the world turned orange?

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I had heard about the hurricane, or what was left of it. The reports said it would only affect the north of England and Ireland, so I wasn’t expecting any drama.

Apart from frequently checking the trees outside my window, just in case you understand, I continued working. A couple of hundred emails later, the light seemed to change. The paper in my printer had changed colour, and my arms had adopted a healthy tan. Something weird was happening after all.

The wind was starting to pick up, huge gusts trying to rip the leaves from the trees. The window in front of me starting to creak and groan under the building pressure.

I determined to edit more of my WIP, keeping half an eye on the weather, just in case the experts had it wrong. An hour later, I had to switch on the light as the orange gloom was pervading every corner of my office. Outside, the sky looked awful, the colour of a bad bruise. It certainly felt as though hell was about to be let loose!

Work abandonned, I went outside to find myself in a vacuum, the air heavy and expectant. Then someone shouted, ‘Look at the Sun!’

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Above my head in the bruised sky, was a small ball of fire totally unlike any Sun I had ever seen. My first thought was that it couldn’t be right, maybe it was a satellite or a meteorite, burning up as it approached Earth. I mean, when could you ever look straight at the Sun and not damage your eyes?

The sky stayed bruised for some time, but the wind didn’t get any worse, gradually losing strength as normality slowly returned. The day had been eerie, weird and a little scary, as we wondered what was happening. People in the North had a far worse day and must have been terrified and our thoughts go out to those who have suffered…