Under A Hackney Sky
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Pre-dawn. When the here and now are but blurred lines and slithers of time. The sleeping figure tentatively raised her hand, and let it fall against her restless head. It slid away wet. Sweat trickled down her face, joined the tears and rolled as one into the hollow of her throat.
A sweet, stale breath gushed over her face. Her hand paused in mid swing, ready to hit out at the invisible force. The sleeper covered her already tightly closed eyes and waited.
Both hands slid from her face to her neck. Her breathing stopped. Her hands became fists at her side and beat a frantic rhythm on the bed. They pulled and grabbed the damp sheets; tightening, always tightening.
She let out a whisper of air. More than a sigh, less than a breath. A puff of smoke hovered above the bed becoming blacker, more defined.
“Hmm, hmm,” it whispered as it faded.
She opened her eyes and stared hopelessly into the grey morning.
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About the Book
In Ruth’s world everyone keeps secrets.
To make their lives smoother. To protect others.
To store away for future, advantageous use.
In Ruth’s world everyone lies, because sometimes, it’s just easier.
Hackney streets and parks mirror the strangeness of Ruth’s world.
The long, roman roads lead off optimistically, and end nowhere.
The large, flat parks and fields add colour and hope by day, but mystery and danger by night.
After a violent attack, Ruth has to travel back to her life.
Gay neighbours and singing, black belt sisters; melancholic drunks and love drunk shop assistants; mysterious greengrocers’ and an old wise street person change Ruth’s life and help her to find the person she ‘lost’ a year ago.
In Under A Hackney Sky, street markets offer hope, dogs push you towards acceptance and healing, the dead protect the damaged and the heartless never leave a job half murdered.
About the Author
Seeking adventure I R Charles moved to Italy but, became homesick for the wonderful weirdness and diversity of London!
She trained as a journalist and spent a few years writing about music, sewers and taxes before listening to her gut and writing for herself.
She has published a collection of poetry and short stories and is at present working on a TV script.
Words, like colours, fly out of her daily life and end up in stories reflecting life as it is not.