Well, it’s been six or more months since I have done any serious writing, and though that time has been busy with clients and live in general, it’s good to be back and writing. What a really wanted was to finish a few of the draft manuscripts I already started, however, the muse wants new work and that work is a LGBT story called ‘Reunited with Love’ It’s about two men who were once friends (yeah one of those) with a mystery right in the middle.
You will learn about Family History Research along the way. I’m hoping it will be a cool read.
Nyne Tatterdell, now a widower, married while still at University in Southern England. He took his husband’s surname, and they had a daughter. Carly is a grown up four-year-old who everyone adores with long black-brown curly hair, she takes after her papa, Jed.
Drayton Keller, who returns home to help his sister, is an old school friend of Nyne’s. The last time they saw each other, they’d fallen out. Meeting again would end up with them both thinking about the past and looking to their future. Dray is a genealogist and ghostwriter, who helps others with their family memoirs. During the first week home, he has a meeting with the head of English at the local high school to set up research classes for the English students.
In the murky darkness, something lurks…
I can honestly Say I do not know where the muse is going with this. I’m just following along for the ride. Here is hoping it will be a good story and below is an extract with Nyne and his daughter Carly.
ENJOY THE READ
Smiling, he drove home, changing into jeans and a shirt before walking to the primary school to which the daycare centre was attached. Standing with the other parents, he waited for the love of his life. Carly stood out with her black curls and huge smiling face. The bell rang, and the silence filled with the screams and laughter of young children as they hurried to their parents.
“Daddy,” Carly jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek. “Loves you.”
“Loves you too, Carly.”
“You’re always hungry,” he laughed. “Did you eat all your lunch?” She nodded. “How about we go to Roses Corner Shop for a fruit smoothie?”
“Yes, please,” she smiled, sliding down her dad’s body until her little feet hit the pavement. “Any flavour?”
“As long as it has three fruits in it,” he chuckled.”
“No fair,” she frowned, tapping her right foot on the ground.
“If you’re good for the rest of the week, maybe… we can get a chocolate flavour at the weekend.”
“Fine,” she grumbled, taking his hand, hopping and skipping alongside him.
“What sort of day did you have?”
“Good. We did painting, some reading and…” she twirled around… “played in the playground. How was your day, Daddy?”
“About the same, sweetheart, though I was teaching English to teenagers,” he smiled. “I’m not sure how much they learnt.”
“Learning is fun.”
“I’ll remind you you said that when you’re at high school,” he laughed.
Arriving at the shop, he opened the door; the bell tinkled as they entered. Carly rushed to a booth by the window. She loved to people watch for some reason, sometimes making up stories.
“What flavour do you want?”
“Choco…” she giggled. “Berry and banana, please.”
Nyne crossed to the counter, ordering their drinks and a chocolate chip cookie each. He sat back down with his daughter watching her draw with her finger on the table.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Can you cook Lasagne? I miss Papa’s…” she bit her lip. “Please,” she muttered, staring at her dad.
“I miss him too, Carly. You can talk about Papa whenever you need, sweetheart. He was a much better cook than me. I can try and make his Lasagne. Perhaps it will go better if you help me like you used to help him.”
“I’d like that, Daddy,” she smiled up at him. Their drinks and cookies appeared in front of them as if by magic. Carly grinned, “you got cookies too. Thank you,” she fluttered her eyelashes, making him chuckle.
“She has you wound around her little finger, Mr Tatterdell,” laughed Rose, the owner of the shop.
“I’m sure she does, though as long as she is kind and helpful, I can’t go far wrong with her.”
“Daddy, what are your students learning in English Class?”
“They will be learning about their family history.”
“What’s family history?”
“It’s about who we are, where we come from, What your culture and heritage… big words for a little girl like you,” he chuckled.
“Where do I come from?” she glanced up at him. In the background, he heard Rose giggle.
“A small village called Bracklesham Beach in West Sussex, way down South.”
“It sounds a long way.”
“It is. It was lovely living by the beach,” he sighed.
“Why do we live here then?”
“Papa and I got jobs here after we finished University. I grew up here. Remember Nana and Pop live here too.”
“Oh yes. When can we go and see them again?”
“Over the weekend if you like. Now finish your drink and cookie; we need to go to the grocery store.”
“All gone,” she slurped the remainder up the straw, burping quietly, wiped her face and jumped off her seat, the cookie in her hand. “Ready, Daddy.”
“Speedy Miss Carly,” he moved to the counter, paying their bill. Taking Carly’s hand, they left, heading towards home to get the car.