Clutching the yellow post-it tightly in her hand, Jennifer walked purposefully along the sea shore towards town. Even though she had lived here for over a year, she was still disorientated because the sea wasn't due south. A lifetime on the Sussex coast had given her an awareness of the points of the compass but she didn't seem to be able to transfer that knowledge looking north across the sea......
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Pacy writing which flowed well. Found the denouement contrived; the Brighton Belle moved to Whitstable too?! A bit too much of a c... Read More
Tuesday, 23 September 2014 21:06
Well written and it certainly kept my attention. The ending made me smile, even if it was a little unlikely!
Friday, 26 September 2014 15:58
Good reading Judith. Ignore my score, it scored you before I had finished! Must admit it was a bit of a heavy coincidence - Whit... Read More
Sunday, 28 September 2014 14:43
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