The ceiling fan whirred noisily above Lily as she lay in bed. She had always been nervous of its wild gyrating, fearing it would spin loose any moment and slice her to pieces. In over thirty years it had neither been fixed nor fallen. She wasn’t sure if this should worry or reassure her... She closed her eyes. She could hear birdsong and shuffling footsteps along the dirt road outside the house. She looked up at two geckos on the peach walls that seemed on course for a collision. Nothing seemed to have changed from her childhood, yet everything had.
Tag: Sri Lanka
If you're looking for some reading to snuggle up with (or enjoy in the sunshine, depending on what hemisphere you're in), or perhaps a last minute Christmas present, can I humbly suggest my new book, Waking hours. It's available in paperback and ebook format, with special discounts over Christmas. I would love to hear your thoughts on it. If you've previously read my blog you may have already had a sneak peek! Here are the opening few lines, written during a snowy London January a few years back. More to follow over the new few days...
Lily was unsure of her father’s idea to go all the way to the seaside by motorbike. She had never ridden with him without her mother also present. Back in Colombo she had felt secure on the bike, snug between them, protected from the dangers that surrounded. But that was a long time ago; now she would be exposed. She could tell from her mother’s expression, as she waved goodbye, that she was worried too.