It’s that time of year, again, when proud dad Declan Burke shares his daughter Lily’s Christmas short story with the rest of the world.
Those of you with really good memories, will recall what I wrote about Lily last December. If not, you just follow the link, and the link there-in, and so forth. It’s good to feel good right now, about how we might have new authors to be excited about some time in the future.
This year’s story is called On a Cold Winter’s Night, and Lily very kindly sent it to me to read:
‘Kate sank down into the squashy armchair in the living room, having just had dinner. She had eaten in silence, staring into space. This is what she did most days, since May the 4th, 1998, when Paddy had his terrible accident. Kate shivered. She went to…’ (continued on Crime Always Pays)
Lily is ten. I’m guessing her parents will force her to finish her education before she gets to write novels full time, but I am hopeful.
Wishing you a ‘God fortsättning!’ as we say in Sweden.