I would like to announce that I am now at 8 percent of my goal--thanks to some very generous donations, the goal percentage doubled over the weekend, with 40 pounds donated to Accord Hospice (accord.org.uk) in Paisely Scotland. Way to go, sponsors! It is the sponsors who make this whole thing a success--I'm just the writer, but it my sponsors who give true meaning to this effort.
You can donate/sponsor me, by going here: http://www.justgiving.com/nbgolash
You can read every story to date--and also donate, by going here: http://nbgolash.blogspot.com/
Thank you all, for helping to make the lives of hospice patients--and their families, in Renfrewshire/Paisley, more comforting.
And now, on with Story 9. I noticed there's-accidentally--been a bit of a grim theme in some of my stories...and in keeping with that...nah--how about something to lighten the mood, a bit. Not one of my best (Ahhh! Writer's block!), but, any port in a storm. Bound to be a few sour apples in the barrel, from time to time, I'm afraid.
DAY 9
STORY 9
Andrew's Big Day
Andrew had it all planned. Inside the picnic basket, he’d tied the ring to a champagne bottle. He set the blanket beneath an oak. Sunlight sparkled on water, and swallows wheeled through cobalt skies. Jean’s family knew his plans. They were to meet in the park, later.
There was one problem though. Jean wouldn’t get out of the car. She turned her nose up at Andrew. “Not going.” “Why?” He moaned. “Ants--hate ‘em.” “I’ll kill them for you.” Jean recoiled in horror. “What?” Then, two old ladies showed up. “Hellooo, Jean, darling! Give your Aunties a kiss, won’t you?”
