7: Impulsive

Sitting beside her as we trundle down the road, taking a more sedate route back to my gran’s house, I feel so comfortable with this woman: it’s as if I’ve known her all my life.
Chapter 7 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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6: Guardian angel

‘Come,’ says my gran, locking her car behind her. Leading me past the main entrance, she holds the door open for me. ‘Don’t be shy,’ she says, waving me through.
Chapter 6 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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5: Good Friday

It’s up to me to lead fajr prayer these days. Dad… dad’s still locked in his room, refusing to come down.
Chapter 5 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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4: The phone call

‘Man, what’s wrong with you?’ cries Mo, thumping me so hard on my left bicep that I flinch away from him, retreating. ‘You look so damn depressed.’
Chapter 4 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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3: Amongst the books

‘Salams Ibrahim,’ says Ayşegül, coming to a standstill half a metre in front of me. ‘I knew you’d be in the library, somehow.’
Chapter 3 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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2: The search

‘What’s up bro?’ This is how my best mate, Mo, addresses me nearly every lunchtime these days.
Chapter 2 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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1: Revelations

‘So does anyone actually know what’s wrong with dad?’
Chapter 1 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.

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A winter’s writing

A thought occurred to me this evening, driving home, lost in thought: perhaps I should share the draft novel which spilled out of me this winter. Maybe I need to free it, even if it is an incomplete early draft, untouched since February.

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