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Tricia McGill Australian Author
Tricia McGill Australian Author
BWL Publishing Inc.
Category:
Historical Fiction
Publisher: BWL Publishing Inc.
ISBN-10: B093YJ2ZN1
Type: Fiction
Pages: 177
Copyright: June 1st 2021
ISBN-13: 9780228617655
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Travel back in time from one crazy period in history to another.
From one crazy period in history to another.
Whisked by some unseen force from the Covid-19 ridden world of 2020 in Australia, to an equally horrific time in the past, carer Chloe Simpson finds herself in North London during the Blitz of 1940. Could be that Chloe became too immersed in the stories related to her by Minnie, a woman in the Australian nursing home where she cares for elderly people? Stories about the dreadful days and nights endured during the Blitz.
Engrossed in the stories surrounding photographs in 98-year-old Minnie Clacton’s cherished album, back in time Chloe meets up with the young Minnie plus her own Great Great Grandmother Aggie.
In the midst of an air raid, Chloe is discovered, wet and confused, by a man and his dog. A man and his canine companion who coincidentally appeared prominently in the photo album alongside the young Minnie and Aggie. Did Chloe simply answer the call of Destiny?
Excerpt
A staunch royalist, Minnie liked nothing better than talking to me about her early days in London, and how they all coped during World War Two—especially her adored Queen Elizabeth. By now, I could probably write a book about the war years and the hardships endured during what historians term The Blitz. “Off home dearie?”
“Soon. No hurry.” There was little for me to rush home to—my no-hoper of a boyfriend would likely be watching a football replay on the television or be on his laptop playing one of the noisy games that he and his mates relished. On the other hand, perhaps he would be looking at the porn he thought I didn’t know about. “Just wanted to ask if you would like me to fetch you in anything tomorrow.” I plumped her pillow and assisted her higher in her bed.
“You can get me a nice bar of chocolate if you wouldn’t mind dear, you know the one with caramel in the centre that I can suck and then chew with these dodgy old choppers of mine.” A cheeky wink accompanied that request, for we both knew that chocolate was out of bounds and not good for her health. Without answering I laughed and Minnie said, “Don’t suppose there’s a lot you can do with this dreaded virus thingummy bob still going its rounds.”
“That’s a fact.” I considered myself lucky as my job in the nursing home required I continue to work, unlike many unfortunate people who were marking time until the Covid-19 crisis ended. I had originally applied here for the vacancy of receptionist, but much preferred spending time with the old folk, so had taken the required path to becoming a fulltime carer.
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Chapter Two
The grass beneath me was very wet, and I lay staring up through the branches of a nearby tree, as the thought crossed my mind that it was very dark. I could have sworn there were a few lights on in the park, and I recalled that I was on the way to the car park when I fell—or was pushed. In fact, my car was in sight just across the road, and hadn’t I pressed the unlock button?
I heard what sounded like the drone of a far off plane—or perhaps it was the police helicopter doing its usual sweep over the city. I rubbed my hand over my forehead, shocked when I realised it was sticky with blood. Wanting to see what was wrong, I scrabbled about in my pocket for my phone. It wasn’t there. Panic set in then. My attackers must have stolen it along with my car.
Confused and sore, I pushed myself into a sitting position when a dog appeared in front of me. His wet nose touched my chin and then he swiped his tongue over my face. “Hello boy,” I said, sounding croaky, “Where did you spring from?” I had not seen many dogs in this park before, and certainly none without an owner at the end of their leash. I looked around and frowned. Surely, I had been sitting on a bench—it couldn’t have disappeared while I fainted, or whatever I did before landing on the grass. Then I recalled that I was heading for my car when I saw that one of the thugs held a knife and was about to hit me—or had he pushed me? Perhaps the dog had been with them and I hadn’t noticed. I stared into the darkness, which was beginning to give me the shivers.
“Hey, Tiger come away boy. What have you found there?” The man’s voice did not sound menacing in any way. I could not see his face for he pointed a torch at mine. I put my hand up to shield my eyes but all I could see was his shape, and he looked very large from where I sat. “Sorry, miss, he is always too friendly. Are you all right? What the hell are you doing sitting there, you must be soaked through, and why aren’t you down the shelter, didn’t you hear the siren?”
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