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Harriet was in the Community Centre. She had arranged to meet Sarah there for lunch and a chat about her efforts at finding a job. It wasn’t going well and Harriet felt like she was failing at the first hurdle, just looking at the applications, before she even had a chance to apply for anything. She wanted to work legitimately, for a decent employer, doing something that would tide her through to establishing her workshop. But the kind of work that she would prefer to do required a reference from her most recent employer, Marie. Continue reading “Chapter Eighteen”

Harriet

Following Mitch’s funeral Harriet decided to take stock of life. Although Harriet had brought most of her research books with her, she was conscious that she hadn’t really looked at any of them, and they had been left in a box on the floor under the bed. She decided that it was time to start looking at them again, and getting her ideas back into some sort of order. Continue reading “Chapter Seventeen”

Harriet

Mitch’s funeral was a modest affair. The invitation stated that normal comfortable dress should be worn, and no formality was desired. Everyone was invited to the funeral service in the morning before lunch, friends to a buffet lunch in the afternoon at the community centre where Mitch had worked, then a more intimate close friends and family gathering afterwards in the evening. Continue reading “Chapter Sixteen”

Harriet

There was a slow creaking followed by echoing bangs, not too loud but enough that Harriet knew something was happening outside. Continue reading “Chapter Fifteen”

Harriet

“But Ritu, dear, you have help in restaurant, and in the warehouse. You can spare me for a few hours!” Robbie was pleading with his wife again to forgive him for being out all day with the van for only a couple of small local deliveries. Continue reading “Chapter Fourteen”

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Harriet was in her room, lying on her bed, reading. She found it a nice way to escape, to lose herself in a fictional world unrelated to her own so that she could, for a while, forget her life and the world around her. Continue reading “Chapter Thirteen”

Harriet

Harriet had made an appointment to meet Mr Chow at the workshop to discuss the contract and had arrived in good time to look around. The workshop was still having renovations carried out, rows of strip lights were being installed on the ceiling and most of the stone wall outside had been taken down for rebuilding, exposing a view of trees and a hedge. Continue reading “Chapter Twelve”

Harriet

Harriet knelt on the kitchen floor, her Brompton folding bicycle was upside down, resting on its saddle and handle bars, over a couple of old towels. A small tool roll was beside her. Continue reading “Chapter Eleven”