I suffered my own battles. I suffer still.
I’ll be your friend until you find a better one.
Nader refused to bring her the feathery dream catcher – her asabikeshiinh – with its willow-web and invisible ‘lady spider’ apparently weaving her spells – an object Bea insisted always hung above her...
Shush – it’s silent time again.
Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.
She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d been concealing – known as guilt.
A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.
For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, ye...
Youngsters deserve no opinions.
On some days she was able to see both sun and moon at the same time. Like feuding cousins, they hung in two corners of the vast world-ceiling refusing to look at one another. The moon was always harde...
Beyond the boundaries of herself, her parents and the enclosing garden walls, were open fields and other waiting places she still knew nothing of – lies of the land, perhaps. What Katie did know is th...
He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.
The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.
Prayer is better than pills.
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.
Katie soon learned there was a problem with hope.
