Published by Agneau Press at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Pamela Lamb
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In the hush of a hot afternoon two girls stood in a small bedroom. The sun forced its way through heavy lace curtains to lay long, golden fingers on flower patterned wallpaper and reveal grey dust on the mosquito net looped up over the big wooden bed. From the school across the street came the sound of ball on bat, loud in the still air. An insect chirped in the creeper outside the window.
One girl, the taller of the two, wearing a white muslin dress and a pair of old elastic-sided boots several sizes too big for her, stared down at the small red leather book held in her hand.
'But this is your diary, Martha. You’ve already started writing in it. Why do you want to give it to me?'
Martha flicked a strand of dark hair over her shoulder.
'They always give me diaries and I never keep them. Why should I? Nothing exciting ever happens to me.'
'I happened. Wasn’t I exciting?'
'Yes, and I’ve written about you! But now ...'
'I’m not exciting any more.'