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JULY  2020

 

 

TURN TO CHAPTER ONE TO READ ABOUT

MY MOST RECENT NOVEL

PROLOGUE

CONTENTS   -  SCROLL DOWN FOR

                   NEW TOPICAL FRONT PAGE STORY  

                                                     'BIG ISSUE'

CHAPTER ONE     MEET THE AUTHOR

READ ABOUT MY NEW NOVEL AND OTHER BOOKS

https://www.ccsidewriter.co.uk/chapter-one-about-the-author/

CHAPTER TWO       COASTAL VIEWS

VISIT MY LOCAL AREA AND CATCH UP WITH THE LATEST SEASONAL SHOTS

    https://www.ccsidewriter.co.uk/chapter-two-coastal-views/

CHAPTER THREE      PICTURE GALLERY

JUST PICTURES  - FROM SCENIC TO STRANGE

 

https://www.ccsidewriter.co.uk/chapter-three-picture-gallery/

 

CHAPTER FOUR     TRAVEL

CHAPTER FIVE       BEACHWRITER'S BLOG

A REGULAR BLOG ABOUT PEOPLE AND PLACES ILLUSTRATED IN TECHNICOLOUR

https://www.ccsidewriter.co.uk/chapter-five-beach-writer-s-blog/

CHAPTER SIX         FICTION FOCUS

READ THE BACKGROUND TO MY NEW NOVEL

FOCUS ON TWO NOVELS AVAILABLE FOR 99 PENCE -

BRIEF ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND and

QUARTER ACRE BLOCK 

PLUS  SHORT STORIES

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FRONT PAGE STORY

                                              BIG ISSUE

It was the dog she recognised first and even then she wasn’t sure it was him without his red vest and his hair much longer. Vivienne was busy with the secateurs in the front garden, glad of the breeze and cooling of the weather. If she didn’t call out he would cross over to the corner and the moment would be lost.

 

‘Sam... Sheba?’

He turned and looked, would he even recognise her out of context?

‘Wednesdays, noon, I always bought my Big Issue when I came out of the library after my class.’

‘Of course, how are you, fine by the look of it, me too.’

 

Vivienne was relieved, she had always felt slightly guilty at not offering him a home, a room at least, not that he was homeless exactly, but it sounded pretty grim the room he had in some place where you might get your stuff stolen and they were always being threatened with eviction. She could imagine James and Julia’s reaction if she had taken in a complete stranger and one wouldn’t know for sure if they were honest and then they might never leave. That was one good thing about the pandemic. All In, councils had to get everyone off the street, so she didn’t need to feel guilty about any homeless people, especially when she discovered she could subscribe to the Big Issue, get it through the post. The money still to go to Big Issue sellers who now needed help with mental health issues and loneliness and boredom, stuck in hotel rooms…. What would she say to Sam… thank goodness for dogs, always a conversation starter, Sheba, a shaggy friendly rescued dog.

 

‘How’s Sheba?’

‘She’s got a foster family, couldn’t have her in that hotel they put me up in. Now I’m allowed out I take her for a walk every day, access visit’ he laughed.

‘Sheba probably gets out more than me, I’ve got my divorced son living with me, polices my every move, though I guess he was right, the virus is so scary.’

 

Vivienne felt she had provided an explanation why the spare room could not be offered to Sam; even though there was now the worry about the homeless being put back out when hotels were back in business. The mention of divorce also made her feel more comfortable, her family, her life, was not cosily perfect; James could very well have ended up in the same position as Sam, they were much the same age, though it was hard to tell. She had no idea what Sam’s circumstances were, she didn’t like to intrude, he had his dignity and she could look up to him standing as a working person, not like walking past and trying not to look down at a bundle in the doorway.

 

‘What’s it like, the hotel?’

‘My own television, comfortable bed, three meals a day, some of the other guests though… I’m glad to get out and about, bit too hot the past few days...’

Vivienne looked at the over insulated dog, panting even in the cool breeze.

‘Would she like a drink?’

‘No, we’re right, Sheba’s been kitted out by the RSPCA’ he rummaged in his bag, produced a bottle of water and unfolded a dish. ‘New lead as well.’

‘Very stylish.’

She looked up the road, conscious that James was likely to come bowling down the road on his bike, back from his work break and daily exercise.

‘Well I must be going, I hope the library opens soon, maybe I’ll be back on my patch in July, before Sheba gets too soft and used to her foster home.’

He stepped out and crossed the road, narrowly missing James on his bike.

 

‘Who on earth was that Mother?’

‘My Big Issue man, you remember, I told you about him.’

‘No.’

‘Wednesdays, near the library, anyway at least he’s okay, for the moment, staying in a hotel.’

'Nice to be some...'

 

 

 

 

 

 

READ MORE COVID TALES  IN FRIDAY FLASH FICTION

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FOR FICTION OF ALL SORTS  TURN TO CHAPTER SIX

 

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  'SOMEONE SOMEWHERE'

 

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EPILOGUE

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