Friday 56

Sunday afternoons in this house: cold ham and Songs of praise and heavy silences. It rushed up at Gina so vividly she could smell it. Everything she'd longed to get away from as a teenager, and thought in some ways she had--yet here she was, even down to the same Sunday-afternoon paranoia that she hadn't wrung enough out of the weekend as Monday approached. And the time ticking inexorably past, metronomed by the carriage clock on the 1950s slate mantelpiece.http://fredasvoice.blogspot.com

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Alicia @ A Kernel of Nonsense said…
I like the writing style and who can resist a dog on the front cover?
January 2, 2015 at 8:26 AM
Katherine P said…
I like the writing on this one! I can just picture the house she's sitting in. Thanks for sharing!
January 2, 2015 at 1:37 PM
fredamans said…
Sounds like a great story! I like the dog on the cover too!
Happy weekend!
January 3, 2015 at 6:26 PM
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