Sarah’s Writing Blog

Sunday dawned cold and wet with rain spattering against the windows all day in a constant torrent that ran down the edges of the roads and Rhys wondered what damage that might do at Greg’s dig. But they stayed indoors, baked a cake with two of Lily’s chicken’s eggs and Lou finished off the housework while Rhys wrote his short description of what it might have felt like to live in the years when plague ravaged the town. When Lou read it later she smiled to see much of Greg’s talk rephrased and used and she was glad they’d stayed in town for that the day before. (more…)