While my word count is low today (752 words)  it has never the less been satisfying to reach this point of the action and every word has been considered, rejected, reconsidered and finally accepted before going on to the next.


Sneak peek Chapter Thirty-two

Maureen saw nothing untoward in the shattered back door, other than to gloat at the ease of entry. Her mind was incapable of rationalising her own behaviour so even the extraordinary seemed ordinary in her world. With animal cunning she knew to be quiet, conscious of a male voice coming from somewhere within the house. This confused her.
     The dummy?
     The dummy couldn’t speak. Or could he?
     There’d been rumours about this for years.
     Wouldn’t this just be like to lying little shit.
     Talk could he?
     Well, she’d get a confession out of him once and for all. He’d talk all right and tell her why he'd murdered her children. She walked through the doorway, her vision blurred by the sight before her of blood and lust and sin and fornication and the whore of Babylon overlooking it all. She swung the paling to break up the tableau, screaming texts plucked from memories of scriptures learn by rote, ‘If a man lies with a male as with a women, both of them shall be put to death for their abominable deed; they have forfeited their lives. Leviticus 20:13’
     And the wood swung and cracked in random arcs, knocking Derek to the floor. A dull thud. A couple of twitches and he lay still, blood pooling from a wound on his head. Seth lay unmoving across the bed and Maureen turned her attention to Kylie who stood, unable to move, the bloodied tomahawk laying at her feet where she’d dropped it seconds before, screaming at her as she advanced.
     ‘And upon her forehead was a name written, Mystery, Babylon the Great, the mother of harlots and abominations of the earth. Revelation 17. 55.’