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Hope everyone had a good Christmas.
I’ve been busy attending to other projects but ran across this when searching for something to subject to my writing group. It’s a snippet from one of my WIP
Happy and prolific New Year to everyone.
On the 24 of December Fiona arrived home from work at noon. She peeked through the front room window.
Her son Duncan was touring the Christmas tree no doubt in an attempt to decipher which gifts might be his and what they might contain.
Dressed in a pair of old jeans only worn at home, and two inches too short. Making his bare toes appear freakishly elongated.
Finally feeling chilled she let herself into the house giving her boy enough time to get to the couch and pretend to watch TV.
He would not wish to be caught eyeing the gaily coloured packages like some kid.
At sixteen and in their culture he was considered an adult.