Announcement: writing for ‘Katanas and Trenchcoats’ #kickstarter

3a3aa628d131397e923055e6ff6ffab9_originalOk, I’ve been given permission from Ryan Macklin, the head honcho behind the project, to talk about the secret contract thing I’d signed earlier in the week …I’m officially writing for an AWESOME role-playing game called ‘Katanas and Trenchcoats’ which is currently being Kickstarted at the moment, but broke its funding goal in less than 24 hours of launch and there’s still another 20 days to go! For a life long gaming nerd like me, who now writes, this is definitely part of living the dream #achievementunlocked 🙂

You can find out more about the project at the link below.

Twice as hard – Rare Disease Day 2016

logo-rare-disease-day“I do not think there is any other quality so essential to success of any kind as the quality of perseverance. It overcomes almost everything, even nature.” John D. Rockefeller

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I was really only diagnosed with having a rare disease, the first time, because of a pretty bad hospital experience.

My walking had been getting progressively worse, over a few years, mostly down to foreshortened / ‘tethered’ Achilles tendons. Simply put while the rest of me was growing at one speed my tendons either stopped growing, or became tangled up. Either way I was forced to walk on my toes, getting progressively higher and higher, as time went on.

Physiotherapy was tried, as was corrective shoes and splints, but nothing worked. My tendons were simply too short/tight to be fixed by anything short of surgery. So in late June I went into Musgrave Park Hospital, in Northern Ireland, where a top-class orthopaedic surgeon repaired my tendons … one part lengthening, one part additional material.

I woke up a few days later in ICU so don’t actually recall what happened personally; my mother does, unfortunately. It wasn’t a great experience as I reacted badly – very badly – to the anaesthetic and, due to malignant hyperpyrexia, pretty much died a little. Now, in most works of fiction, that would be enough to put a protagonist through, wouldn’t it?

Well, unfortunately for me, this was my real life and not a story.

I spent a few weeks in heavy plaster, both legs from the toes all the way up to above the knees. After that I had the heavy plaster casts removed and slightly lighter casts put on – again, both legs, up to the knees. Finally I had a fibre glass type cast put on (yes, both legs, up to the knees) but this time they had little plastic/rubber things on the bottom so that I could walk on them.

Only, I couldn’t.

Keep in mind that for about 6-8 weeks I had been in a hospital bed, ankles/legs still recovering from pretty major surgery, and with casts on that were very heavy. I hadn’t been mobile in the slightest so it came as a bit of a shock – for me, my family and the medical staff – to find out that I couldn’t move my legs.

I could feel my legs, though the sensation was muted, but I couldn’t lift them, move them or bear weight on them. Now, obviously, this was a few years ago now (24 ish) so all the details aren’t exactly clear but there doesn’t seem to have been too much of a worry at that point. I’d been in hospital for a couple of months, bed-ridden for the first two weeks, then in a wheel-chair thereafter … I’d even been allowed home for a weekend, at some point – this is very well remembered as I had to have a lot of help doing anything and my mum, bless her, pulled both legs out of bed at the same time and the weight of them propelled the rest of me out of bed, head over heesl, to the floor. I’d love to say that we laughed but, we didn’t; SHE did. For quite a long time as I recall!

Anyway it was only when the plaster casts were finally taken off that the extent of the trouble became obvious. My legs were obviously always going to be weak. They’d been constrained in one position for a long time. The fact that I still couldn’t make them move – the fact that my sensation was still negligible – and, most importantly, the fact that automatic reflexes (to pain and stimulus) didn’t do much at all suddenly brought home the fact that I couldn’t move. I couldn’t walk. My legs simply wouldn’t work at all.

Now this was rather worrying (that may sound like an understatement but bear in mind I’m British, with a military background, and you’ll see that ‘stiff upper lip’ is a well known medical condition too ;) ) and for a longish time I went through a LOT of testing and other medical stuff:

– I was fitted for plastic splints – full and half leg ones – that I would end up wearing for many, many months.
– I had nerve conduction tests, MRIs, x-rays, lumbar punctures and other things that I don’t recall.
– I was put through a really intensive regime of physiotherapy, hydrotherapy and rehabilitation.
– I was taught how to use a wheelchair and integrated into a community of other users – spinal injuries, amputates, etc. I actually have a trophy, somewhere, for winning a wheelchair-bowling tournament. :)

Over time I managed to get some limited movement and control back in my legs and was then transferred to different walking frames – starting with a contraption that I was strapped into from my chest down which basically supported all of me, then a full body walking frame, then a zimmer frame, etc.

Eventually I managed to take a few steps around the ward on my own, just on crutches. This was December 18th and a week later, December 24th a war of words took place between myself, my family and the medical staff and I was discharged – over six months after I had first gone in for a ‘routine’ operation.

Unfortunately, as we found out, nothing is ever routine when a rare disease is involved. My genetic quirks meant that I reacted badly to the anaesthetic and, ultimately, my muscles didn’t recover from it, the reaction itself, or the surgery, the way that they should have.

Six months in hospital, with a period of time wondering if you will ever walk again and getting used to using a wheel chair, is definitely not routine. However, getting OUT of the wheelchair and, eventually, making a full recovery, is also not routine. The majority of people who end up in a chair spend the rest – or the majority – of their lives in it so I realise how lucky I was, and am.

It took about 9 months, or a year, to actually get back to normal after leaving hospital. Obviously I still had to contend with the fact that my legs, and body, were extremely weak – I couldn’t walk far or do too much at all without having a rest. I suffered from appalling cramps and pain for a long time (still do, actually) and because I had spent years toe walking I had to learn how to walk again as no part of my body, posture or balance was used to walking properly.

It was a very difficult time and I was told to expect a long and challenging recovery, with compromises and changes needing to be made. One of these, I was told, was that I wouldn’t be doing anything too strenuous for a while and definitely wouldn’t be doing anything ‘dangerous’ or potentially damaging.

So, of course, I took up martial arts the moment that I had the stamina, and balance, to do so.

Thankfully my instructor – while being an ex army guy, from the Midlands of England, and a bit of a hard man – was also someone who never expected anyone to do anything more than they were capable of doing. That isn’t to say that he never pushed people – or me – to their limits. Oh my God but he did that, time after time, but he also realised that – at the start, at least – that I had physical limits. He worked with me, on those, for many, many, years. I will always complain about the hard times, about the nights I came home from class exhausted, or covered in bruises, or with clumps of hair missing from my head (wrapped around his fingers, normally) but I will always look back and be so – SO – grateful for the lessons he taught me.

Not just about martial arts but – as anyone that has really studied them will understand – about life in general as, to do the former well you have to let it envelop the latter.

I spent every possible moment, for about four years, training, studying and exercising. My whole life, at that time, was kung fu, my academic studies, and my social life – in that order. The fact that the majority of my friends were in the kung fu class wasn’t an accident either. It was, you see, my life.

It was also the thing that taught me the one lesson that is a blessing and a curse; the way that I have to live my life, thanks to the rare disease.

I have to work twice as hard to be half as good as everyone else.

That used to really, really annoy me. Anything that requires anything remotely physical can be challenging for me – not impossible, not beyond achieving, just difficult. I look at other people – now and back then – and see how easy things are for them – things that they take for granted. Things that I have to work at, to push past discomfort to do, that will take something out of me and leave me weak, tired and sore the next day (or hour).

I used to train four or five days a week, every week, in kung fu just so that I could keep up with the people who were training one night (90 minutes) a week. Mentally I was better than them, I was picking things up faster than most of them, but physically I wasn’t half as good as them.

But I sure worked twice as hard.

I had to.

Nowadays that lesson – working twice as hard to be half as good – is still with me in everything that I do. The mental – and physical – dedication required to study martial arts, for example, over an extended period, has helped me with every aspect of my life. I never look at anything that I am required to do and think that I can’t do it – I simply accept that it will be harder.

And do it anyway.

Twice as hard to be half as good is how it started and, to be honest, how it still is sometimes. Rare diseases – limitations – physical differences – however don’t always mean that you aren’t as good as others; sure, you may not be as physical fit, or strong, but that isn’t the same as being as good as.

I started kung fu twenty three years ago, mostly because I was being stubborn and wanted to prove the doctors (and possibly my own fearful mind) wrong. I worked more than twice as hard to stay half as good as my peers for a while and then, guess what, something happened:

I was working twice as hard but becoming better and better – not stronger, or fitter – but better. Twenty three years ago I started kung fu and, now, I still teach classes twice a week and hold four black belts.

Everything that came before led to everything that I do, and am, now. Just because I have a rare disease or two doesn’t mean that every part of my life is predicated by, or affected by, it. Just because I have to work twice as hard doesn’t mean that it is difficult, or not enjoyable, all of the time.

I could be dead; I could be in a wheelchair; I could be so much worse than I actually am but I am none of those things.

I am simply me; and that is because that is what I have fought to be.

I won’t ever stop doing that.

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http://www.rarediseaseday.org/

@rarediseaseday #raredisease #rduk

Spotlight: Conversations With Mother Goddess by Natalie Kawai

Natalie Kawai is a Spiritual Teacher and Guide. Born on the shores of Lake Geneva, Switzerland, she now lives in Hawaii. Clairaudient from birth, she has always been haunted by the mysteries of life, why we are here, and our role in the universe.

Moved by her intense desire always to go deeper in understanding the whys of the whys, she found the voice of the Great Mother of Creation twelve years ago. Since then, she has studied relentlessly with the Supreme Being in a constant and intense dialogue. This practice led her to understand why a gulf still exists between our divinity and our humanity. Under the Great Mother of Creation’s guidance, she founded LST™—Light Speed Transmutation—a radical system to restore our lost consciousness and drive out the last part of our ego.

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Buried in our soul forever, there is a piece of us that has not as yet been activated. That piece is the lost consciousness, the missing link guiding us to wholeness. As human beings, we have sought wholeness and connection with each other in the best way we know how by mimicking and emulating Source as we understand it.

Unfortunately, we cannot find wholeness because we have been missing part of who we are. As a New Era dawns for humanity, we now have to complete the process by gaining the consciousness we lost when we first incarnated at the beginning of time.

Natalie Kawai has found the key to completing that process. In Conversations With Mother Goddess, she shares what she has learned through her dialogues with the Great Mother of Creation. Part explanation of humanity’s origins, and part conversation about how humanity can move into a new and complete future, this book will bend your mind in new and surprising ways, preparing it for the next step in your soul’s evolution.

Discover the part of you that you have always been yearning for, but never knew how to find. Join others in this exciting journey to restore harmony, creativity, and peace in all of us. Then prepare yourself to help bring about Heaven on Earth! It will happen if we all make the effort….

Grab your copy of the book today!

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“Writing with Conscious Respect” by Jay Wilburn

deadsongOne of my favorite things to do with fiction is to do an effective job of writing characters that are different from me. I am a person of faith, but I enjoy writing characters that think differently from me on that. For fiction to reflect the full range of humanity, especially a dystopian story that throws together survivors of different backgrounds, it serves story to include characters from different races, different origins, genders, sexual orientations, etc. There is an added responsibility when writing characters from these varying backgrounds to write them well.

Writing a character well means writing a character with realistic flaws. There is a danger of falling into stereotypical characteristics when trying to do this. Our minds tend to take the path of least resistance and trying to be realistic often can go to choosing the path that is easy and may weaken an otherwise good character.

Writing characters requires writing people. Each individual is complex and two characters that share a common characteristic such as race, orientation, or any other aspect of identity, can be as different from each other as any other characters. It is good to not define a character by one key or token characteristic. It also serves not to ignore that aspect of their identity. If all characters are written the same as they would be otherwise, then why do the distinguishing characteristics matter at all?

There is a balance to be struck, but that is true even if we try to be safe and don’t venture into drawing characters from all aspects of life. It is not a matter of completing a checklist to be sure all permutations are represented, but there is great potential for enriching a story by varying the cast. Writers should be aware of the responsibility to respect and realism that goes with penning characters that are different from us in thought, beliefs, or characteristics.soundsuffer

Check out the latest book and music from a new series by Jay Wilburn:

The Dead Song Legend Dodecology Book 1: January from Milwaukee to Muscle Shoals –  http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00YDZKXCI/jaywil0d-20

The Sound May Suffer – Songs from the Dead Song Legend Book 1: January –  https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/amazing-circle-of-suffering/id996569862?i=996569871&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

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Jay Wilburn lives with his wife and two sons in Conway, South Carolina near the Atlantic coast of the southern United States. He taught public school for sixteen years before becoming a full time writer. He is the author of the Dead Song Legend Dodecology and the music of the five song soundtrack recorded as if by the characters within the world of the novel The Sound May Suffer. Follow his many dark thoughts on Twitter @AmongTheZombies, his Facebook author page, and at JayWilburn.com

How Powerful is the Poker Industry Today?

It took a while for the poker industry to gain mainstream notoriety in the United States, and it hasn’t been without its testing times since. Regardless of adversity, the poker industry has turned into a global phenomenon.

We can all remember seeing poker in early Hollywood films like The Cincinnati Kid starring the enigmatic Steve McQueen or even the James Bond movies. In the many James Bond films, it wouldn’t be long before you’d see the English secret agent sat at a poker or blackjack table surrounded by women. And ultimately, it was the aforementioned films that gave, what is now classed as a sport, the springboard for poker to rake in millions daily.

Poker first made its bow on national television in the United States back in the 1970s but it was only really the start of its journey to mainstream success. During this time the sport wasn’t commanding large television audiences and it was only the die-hard fans that were tuning in to watch.

But something was on the horizon that would change the face of poker forever. The innovative “hole cam” made its debut on live television in 1997 and brought a new dynamic to tournament poker. It was designed by World Series of Poker bracelet winner Henry Orenstein and first made an appearance during the Late Night Poker television series. If anything, the “hole cam” helped the crowd become more involved in the proceedings and gave them an insight into what cards the poker players were dealt and were playing with.

HoldemThe “hole cam” really hit a mainstream audience in 2002 when the first $1 million tournament was set to take place. The tournament, which was aired on live television was entitled ‘The Poker Million Tournament’ and finally brought poker to a wider audience. Following on from this, it enabled the World Series of Poker events to secure prime time slots on the Discovery Networks in the United States.

With the sport now commanding regular television slots, it also saw the uprising of many online poker rooms and the industry began to grow exponentially. Sponsorship deals were struck between online and major tournaments to help stabilize the infrastructure of the annual tournament schedule and prize money increase dramatically. A prime example of this was the deal that online poker giants Betfair struck with the European tour in 2007 where they were the presenting sponsor for all the events.

As the television slots started to increase in volume, so did the star appeal of some of the most successful stars of the sport. Johnny Chan became a legend in the sport for his uncompromising play and ability to bluff without showing a sign of emotion. Chris Moneymaker was the first Internet qualifier to ever go on to win a bracelet at the WSOP, which in turn cemented his legacy in poker’s greatest all time winners.

Las Vegas currently rakes in a reported $6.4 billion a year from gaming revenues according to LVCVA, however the figures for online gaming are staggering regardless of the implications from the Black Friday cull. Even though there are still bans in the United States and Japan, globally online gaming revenues have quadrupled over the last 10 years. In a report by The Globe and Mail they state the online poker business is now worth an unbelievable $36.9 billion a year.

Is all this success down to the “hole cam” raking in a wider audience? It was definitely a contributing factor as it new dynamic allowed the viewer to see the player’s moves and action from a different perspective.

The future of poker looks bright at the minute, with a new slew of “modern day poker players” learning their stripes on the circuit. And although most states in the United States still prohibit online play, it is expected that the majority of states will allow online gaming again soon because of how it can help the economy.

What do you think about online poker being prohibited in your state? Let us know below your thoughts.

#WIP – The Red Path

I’m not sure, to be honest, what this is or where it is going.  I’m pretty sure that it is about an assassin, of sorts, and is probably in a low to medium fantasy setting (magic, fantastical creatures, etc) and there are rumblings in my mind about just who this character is and why he may be ‘fated’ to do something.  All I know is what he has said so far, which is:

Everyone dies.

As soon as you’re born, out of the darkness and into the light, bloody and screaming, you are dying. In my line of work you normally go out the same way. If you’re lucky then the blood may be someone else’s as well, mingling with your own as you take the screaming bastard that did you in with you, out of the light and into the darkness, quick and fast. If you’re unlucky then you get to add lingering pain to the blood and screams, insides spilling out as you lie festering in your own guts and shit. If you’re very lucky, of course, then the pain, the blood, and the screams are someone else’s and their death comes at the end of your blade; and you get enough coin to last a week in one of the better whorehouses before picking up the blade and walking the red path once more.

If you’re very lucky you get to live.

Because everyone dies, you see, but not everyone lives. Not truly.

This is how I did both.

The Last Plague by Rich Hawkins

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A pestilence has fallen across the land.

Run and hide. Seek shelter. Do not panic.

The infected will find you.

When Great Britain is hit by a devastating epidemic, four old friends must cross a chaotic, war-torn England to reach their families. But between them and home, the country is teeming with those afflicted by the virus – cannibalistic, mutated monsters whose only desires are to infect and feed.

THE LAST PLAGUE is here.

richAbout the author

Rich Hawkins lives in Salisbury, England, with his wife and daughter. He has several short stories published in various anthologies. ‘The Last Plague’ is his debut novel.

http://richwhawkins.blogspot.co.uk/

The last plague is released 31st August 2014 and can be purchased online here.

Torsobear: Yarns From Toyburg Brings Fluffy Noir Comics To Kickstarter

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Torsobear is a story about the inevitable loss of innocence in a brutal world, first created by Brett Uren, for the digital anthology, Outré. Expanding on the original short story, Yarns From Toyburg pulls a host of new and established creators into exploring the twisted world of Fluffy Noir.

Torsobear introduced the character of Ruxby and Hazbrow, childrens’ toys who are thrown into a chilling noir cycle of murder, deceit and intrigue, where the horror of events stands in stark contrast to the bright and cheerful world in which they take place.

The toys of Toyburg blissfully enjoy their waking lives. Most will never encounter anything nasty. But when they sleep, all will experience the strange and sometimes disturbing violation of The Playtime. Sometimes, they remember.

The book will be offered via a Kickstarter campaign and first week pledges will get a special extra reward of a sketch from the creator on the inside front cover of the book, in addition to any other rewards for their pledge level.

torsobearsampleThe basic pledge packages for the book alone will be:

Digital price – $10

Hardcopy price  – $25

‘In the fluffy noir world of Torsobear, not all toys play nice!

Welcome to the city of Toyburg, where the streets are teeming with crime, passion, and murders most foul. They are walked (for the most part) by grim detectives, burned-out has-beens, femme fatales and tragic heroes.

The dismembered bodies of teddy bears are being found in back alleys of Mindy Mile district, and it’s up to our hero, rookie detective Ruxby Bear and his partner officer Hazbrow to solve this string of murders, no matter how high and far the clues take them.

Between cases, we take a look into the lives of Toyburg’s citizens, police and criminals. No matter where you turn, this city has something sinister hidden just behind the storybook surface.

Remember, it’s always fun until someone gets hurt… ‘

Stories Included are:

Clean heart, dirty paws – Brett Uren

Dress to impress – Frank Martin/Joel Cotejar

Rich toy, poor toy – Grainne McEntee, Matt Rooke

Some assembly required – Cy Dethan/Peter Mason/Nic Wilkinson

She sang for buttons, she unstitched my heart – Brett Uren/Harold Saxon/Mick Schubert

The collector – Glenn Møane/Carlos Nicolas Zamudio/Jon Scrivens

A new hopelessness – Kieran Squires and Faye Harmon

The big wind up – Janos Honkonen/Saoirse Louise Towler/Mick Schubert

Home invasion – Brett Uren/Brockton McKinney/Harold Saxon

Sour in the sweet – Jake Young/Randy Haldeman/Brett Uren

We all fall down, playing it the hard way – Brett Uren

You can find out more and keep up to date at:

The Torsobear blog – http://torsobear.comOn Twitter with #torsobeartorsobear_ft

Sign up to receive via brethren@hotmail.co.uk <mailto:brethren@hotmail.co.uk> to receive an email alert when the Kickstarter goes live.

Contact any of the creators you may know to be put on the alert list so as not the miss the first week pledge reward.

Read the original Torsobear story for free: http://outrepress.com/?p=1216

Expected Release if Kickstarter is successful: 14/07/2014

Page Count: 104
Format: Full colour

Please contact Brett Uren at brethren@hotmail.co.uk for more details, creator interviews and samples.

The small gods are appeased

I’m not sure which small god I originally offended, or how (possibly the small god of WordPress, perhaps the small god of technogoly or maybe even just the small god of having bright ideas 😉 ) but somewhere along the line I must have done it because during a recent upgrade of my WordPress software, and a couple of the plugins, something happened … namely, it stopped working (or, as my wife likes to say, I broke it).

Obviously there is an element of Sod’s Law (maybe you know of that as Murphy’s Law where in anything that can go wrong, will go wrong … but only when and where it really matters 😉 ) in all of this as I am attempting to take part in ‘write365’ and write something, every day, for a year.

… admittedly there was also an element of stupidity as I (of course) ignored the hint to take a backup before doing anything and just merrily went about, willy nilly, upgrading this, that and everything.

Anyhoo, after some intense and prolonged work (ok, in truth when I found out that things weren’t working I spent some time banging the monitor, a bit more shouting at it and – when that didn’t work – I even turned it on and off again. Nothing helped!) I’ve finally tweaked, tugged and … erm … other productive words beginning with ‘t’ enough that I am able to post to my blog again, as well as (hopefully) ensuring that the automatic links to LiveJournal and Twitter are working, which means you, my ever faithful and wonderful readers, are lucky enough to have me back in your life.

… go with that last part, it is good for my ego …

Also, in case you were worried – and of course you were, because you are not only faithful and wonderful readers, but also kind, considerate and caring too – I haven’t failed in my ‘write365’ endeavours at all. Nay, for just because I haven’t been able to update my blog doesn’t mean I haven’t been blogging – I have journal style pieces … on ACTUAL paper, in ACTUAL ink … ready to transcribe back on here!

So, screw you Murhpy, I beat you!!!

… erm, fate risking comment, I suppose but, really, what’s the worst that can happen? 😉

A 500 word story

As she surveyed her sister’s new house, Anne’s green eyes – eyes as clear as jade one moment then turbulent as a stormy ocean the next – glittered darkly with barely suppressed emotion. Her perfect forehead hardly moved at all as neatly trimmed eyebrows arched steeply over them; her regular visits to an exclusive clinician for her ‘pampering’, as she liked to call the Botox treatment, made sure that her skin didn’t betray any of her forty one years of life. Getting old she could deal with, after all there was no other choice, but looking old – that would never, ever, do.

Tugging at her long, red hair – as she always did when anxious about something –Anne’s manicured fingers twirled a lock of hair in ever tightening circles. The nail of each finger mirrored the same shade of red as her lips, each one exactly the same length, as always. Catching herself, realising that she was making a mess of the neatly coiffured hairstyle that had take nearly two hours to get just ‘so’, her frown deepened. With precise motions she patted the hair back in place and then, as she picked off non-existent piece of lint, she smoothed down the sleeves of her pinstripe jacket.

The double door of the house opened as she approached it and there, standing in the warm glow of the interior lights, stood her sister. Smiling. Fixing a smile on her own face, having to work hard to force her lips to obey and relax from their tightness into an approximation of warmth, Anne walked forwards.

Their parents had named her, and her sister Shirley, after the title character in ‘Anne of Green Gables’. It had been her mother’s favourite book, one that she had read over and over while confined to bed during her difficult pregnancy. A twin pregnancy was like that, she had been told, difficult. What the doctor’s couldn’t have told her, couldn’t have known, was just how ‘difficult’ at least one of those twins was going to be; Anne. From birth she had been the one that had demanded constant attention – crying through the night to simply be held to her mother’s breast regardless of how often she fed. Shirley, of course, was content to sleep the night through or even just lie in her crib, awake but quiet, and watch. To outsiders the girls were identical – both tall and slim as they grew, both with fair skin, luxurious red hair and sparkling green eyes. To Anne, though, Shirley had the clearer complexion, the longer hair and even the greener eyes. Shirley always had, in Anne’s mind, everything that Anne wanted.

Holding out both arms in a welcoming embrace Shirley smiled warmly, the twinkle in her eyes reflecting the smile. Her hair hung loose and natural, her skin unadorned with any make-up but still, despite the faint network of lines on her forehead, glowing. The house beckoned and, Anne sighed to herself; it was going to be a long night.