VERB TENSES
by M G da Mota
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GENRE: Psychological Thriller
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BLURB:
Thirty-four-year-old
Raquel Whiteman has it all: beauty, a high-powered career, a very rich fiancée,
a loving brother and a stepfather she adores. Life is good. Until her mother
commits suicide. Clearing the paraphernalia of her mother’s life she finds old
photographs and journals which plunge her into a search for the truth about her
real father and early childhood, forsaking everything including her engagement
to travel a path she is powerless to resist. Like a giant wave the past travels
fast and comes crashing down on her, flooding her mind with incomprehensible
fragmented memories and continuous questions – What? Why? Why?
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EXCERPT:
The little girl opened her eyes wide, trying to pierce the
darkness. She lifted her head off the pillow, listening intently. All she could
hear was the wind blowing wildly, the thunder, and the ocean, raging, beating
against the sand and the surrounding cliffs. The house shook with the fury of
the storm, as if the sea were angry at its presence and wanted to wash it away.
Scared, the little girl pulled the covers over her head and squeezed her eyes
shut, hoping for sleep. Images of fairy tales floated into her mind. She
remembered the story her mother’s best friend had read earlier. It was the
story of a little girl, like herself, who went on a summer picnic with her
teddy-bear friends. She smiled. A feeling of warmth spread in her chest, her
body relaxed, her mind began to drift; and then, she heard it.
A scream. A horrible scream, louder than the storm, from
somewhere in the house. Jerking upright, heart thumping, her breath
accelerated, became noisy, difficult. She stared into the darkness, listening.
There was no mistake. The screams continued then stopped, abruptly. There was a
short silence, then voices. Angry voices. Then the sound of glass splintering
on the floor. She whispered, afraid, ‘Mummy … mummy, I’m scared.’
Lightning slashed the darkness, briefly brightening the room
through the gaps in the shutters. Thunder was deafening. Trembling the little
girl rolled out of bed and walked to the door. Opening it slowly she peered
into the hall. Light spilled out from the open door of her mother’s bedroom.
Relief flooded through her. The storm had woken Mummy too. Running in she
cried, ‘Mummy, I’m scared of—’.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
M G da Mota is Margarida Mota-Bull’s pen name for fiction. She is a Portuguese-British novelist with a love for classical music, ballet and opera. Under her real name she also writes reviews of live concerts, CDs, DVDs and books for two classical music magazines on the web: MusicWeb International and Seen and Heard International. She is a member of the UK Society of Authors, speaks four languages and lives in Sussex with her husband. Her website, called flowingprose.com, contains photos and information.
Website:
https://www.flowingprose.com/
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/m.g.da.mota
Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/mgdamota/
LinkedIn:
https://www.linkedin.com/in/margarida-mota-bull/
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