Please vote to help me decide what to write in October. At the moment, the serial is winning, so I’m continuing yesterday’s tale to practice my serialisation skills:
‘Paws off my Sharpies, Pheebs. They’re the last of their kind.’
‘Use your own pens.’
‘I didn’t bring any.’
‘You can’t have mine.’
‘Don’t you think it’s important we keep track of the coastline?’
‘Why? It keeps changing, anyway. I won’t let you waste a Sharpie on it.’
‘I thought maybe we could take one of the abandoned boats and…’
‘Are you crazy?’
‘Mum may have changed her mind.’
‘Too late. Too dangerous. Too…’
‘Willow, please.’
‘She won’t leave.’
‘Because of Dad?’
‘She’ll never leave his grave behind.’
‘But…’
‘I know, Pheebs. I know.’