Today is Six Sentence Sunday!
I’ve finally managed to get my link up on the site so this week I am participating officially!
Still experimenting with first person POV, and d’ya know what? I’m really enjoying it
In my first life, when I lived in France, my bed was straw. In my second life, in Italy, I laid on a large white bed, surrounded by vases of flowers, my body draped in the finest silk. Now, in what I call, my third life, I am a prisoner in a two up two down tiny terraced house in a small town in Northern England.
I don’t mind the cold and the rain, i was expecting that. But what I wasn’t expecting was how much John would change. I’m trapped and he has my passport.
This was part of a piece that a wrote about a poor French girl who tries to better herself. Unfortunately, in Italy she meets a man who, after promising her the earth, whisks her back to England to a life of misery (he turns out to be a right nasty bit of work!).
photo courtesy of Darren Robertson/freedigitalphotos
Poetic justice for being greedy? Or will the Italian Stallion come to England to rescue her?