Therefore I didn't set out to write The Boy Who Rescues Pigeons for any other reason than it was a fantastic story idea and I thought the characters had something powerful to say. But at the beginning I wasn't sure what that would be. Now I do!
This book has been a painful journey for me and one which has been more personal than perhaps many of my other books. You see I was the little girl who fed the birds and I guess at heart I still am her, in all her frailties and foibles.
Life and time moves us all in different directions and sometimes that is far away from where we really ought to be. Slowly I am finding my way back to my rightful place - and will there be pigeons there? You can bet on it.
So introspection over, here is today's snippet, hot off my laptop.
Oh and to quote Mary Poppins, "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag..."
Brighteyes’s empty box nearly broke his heart and
for a moment his mind played tricks on him, making him see what wasn’t there -
the little bobbing head, the iridescent sheen of feathers, the bright
inquisitive eyes.
His heart held on to the image, eager not to relinquish
it to the reality of the empty room, his empty life…
He flung open the window. It was just starting to
get dark outside although the hour was not late. No birds flew high in the sky
or overhead but he sprinkled the contents of the bag across the outside of the
ledge anyway. They would be there ready for the morning and that was for the
best anyway.
He ran a hand across the crumbs, evening them out
and breaking the bigger chunks into more manageable bite sized pieces. Maybe
the pie would attract all different types and sizes of birds, maybe only the
braver ones would alight there. Time would tell. But he knew that as long as
they were willing to come, he would be willing to feed them.
For more snippets of this or other books, take a look at my previous blog posts.
Happy Reading!
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