Prue Phillipson - Hordens Of Horden Hall - Plot & Excerpts
Bel was wearing her clogs and picking her way round puddles so she kept her clean stockings dry. Concentrating on this and the pleasure of motion held at bay her dread of the moment of arrival. She noted the colour of the dead grass emerging from the snow by the side of the lane. She saw an old nest in the hedgerow. She saw that the sky was a pure winter blue and that the shadow of a tree on the snow was another blue, so different. And then she saw some low cottages up ahead and the lane straggling between them and winding up a hill to a squat church with a tower and just to the right behind it she could see the chimney pots of a house. It was all real.She stood still and stared. What am I doing? Why have I come here? How can I possibly do this thing? But it had to be. There was no going back. If it wrecks my life what is my life? There has to be a climax or a turning point or a great earthquake. I set myself to face it and the moment has come.She broke into a run, almost scampering through the village.
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