30 March 2014


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Right up to the time the ship left the docks Sara half expected Dennis to appear to drag her back to that awful house. "I can't make out why he hasn't come round," she'd said to her mother. "I don't honestly think my threats of sending for the police would have scared him."
Even two days out on the ocean when the ship was surrounded by murky water Sara was still uneasy, and whenever someone tapped her on the shoulder she jumped.
"Why we on a boat, Mum?" Rosy asked for the hundredth time as Sara tucked her in her bunk. They were sharing a cabin with a sour-faced woman and her eleven-year-old daughter.
"We're going to Australia. I've told you that already, Rosy," Sara explained patiently. "We're going to visit Auntie Daisy and her family."
"But why? And when we gonna see Gran an' Auntie Vee an' Lizzie again, eh? An' Phil?"
Sara pushed the silky dark curls back from Rosy's brow and kissed her. "One day, love, one day," she lied, stifling a sob. They would never set foot in England again. That thought sent her spirits to the lowest ebb they'd ever been.

16 March 2014



"Ah, love." He swallowed hard. "But you're stuck with him, Sara, and I'm..." He lifted his shoulders in a helpless shrug. 

"We could run away together. You, Rosy, and me," she broke in desperately, her eyes widening hopefully. 

"Don't be daft, love." He turned to move away. 

Sara grabbed his arm and protested, "Don't tell me you don't feel something for me. I can see it in your eyes. You feel the same as me." 

His fingers curled about her upper arms as he brought his face so close she could see her reflection in his eyes. "You're a witch, Sara. And you're so beautiful you would bewitch any man with half a mind and a pair of eyes. But don't run away with the idea you can charm me into jumping through hoops for you. Because I won't be in it, do you hear me?"  

She couldn't hold back the tears. She began to sob. His fingers tightened on her arms as he said savagely, "I couldn't ruin the lives of loved ones by being so selfish." 


9 March 2014


Sara shook her head, looking down as one of his large hands reached for one of hers. "Your skin is so white," he muttered, and she began to tremble all over. His palms rubbed up and down her arms then and she could feel the small calluses on them.
Goose bumps rose all over her skin. "Why, you must be freezing," he said softly, his voice growing husky, as if he had a catch in his throat.
"No." As she denied this a tendril of her hair brushed his face and he gave her a startled look. His fingers seemed to have a life of their own, for they wandered slowly on her skin, exploring. Sara sighed with pleasure. Brian stared at her mouth.
"Don't look at me like that," he scolded, meeting her eyes. He'd moved so close his warm breath stirred the hair at her temples, wafted over her face.
"Like what?" Her voice sounded low and husky, and somewhere deep inside a pulse throbbed.
His palms cupped her jaw and his thumbs began to stroke her cheeks. "I hope I'm mistaken, but all my senses tell me I'm not."