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Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Lilax Books
Type: Fiction
Pages: 182
Copyright: March 10, 2021
ISBN-13: 9798719926650
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A third trip into the past takes Allie to the London Blitz -- and a decision about her future.
Alexandra Barton's Christmas is going to be different this year. She's accidentally traveled back in time to 1940, and the sound she hears is not church bells, but German warplanes over London. With bombs falling and a spy-hunting black marketeer as her companion, this promises to be a Christmas she will never forget. Or will she?
Excerpt
The three people watching me, a man and two women, were all wearing slightly shabby wool coats that looked bulky enough to make me wonder how many layers of clothing were underneath. Wherever we were, it was chilly, and my jeans and pullover sweater weren’t really doing much to keep me warm. Cold seeped up through the cloth under me and I shivered.
Looking beyond my rescuers, I could see dark grey sky, and I guessed it was late afternoon, perhaps early evening. That made sense, since it was December, but nothing else did. I turned my head slightly and saw a row of buildings, each one with broken windows and damaged masonry. One had been completely demolished, leaving a gap in the row like a missing tooth.
A sense of panic swept over me. The only coherent words in my mind were “not again”, as I tried to pull my thoughts into some sort of order. With an effort, I sat up and looked around. I was on a piece of pavement, a street running beside it, lined with those damaged buildings.
A few people passed by, shoulders hunched against the cold, eyes furtively scanning the sky and then dropping to the ground to avoid tripping over loose bricks or broken glass. A vehicle drove past, marked ‘Ambulance’, but a very old ambulance, with a running board down the side.
“You got knocked out for a bit, love, but no harm done,” one of the women said. She was forty-ish, a sensible, capable type, and I almost expected her to produce a soothing cup of tea from her handbag. “Are you a land girl?”
The question threw me. A land girl? As opposed to what – a mermaid?
“Sorry?”
“Just wondered, because of those trousers you’ve got on.”
“Oh.” I looked down to where one knee of my jeans had been ripped in my fall. Or to be more exact, when I’d landed on the pavement. But I’d fallen off a chair inside the flat, hadn’t I? I should have landed on the carpet and Nick should have been there to help me back to my feet. My head throbbed and nothing made sense to me.
“I don’t know,” I said.
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