Posts Tagged ‘figging’

Our story began here. Mary rearranged the flowers in the hall for the umpteenth time before she was satisfied. It was one of the more relaxing tasks she had to attend to that day. She had tried teaching Tatiana in the past, but the girl had neither eye nor a feel for it. In any […]


The Victorians, it seems were very concerned about bruises on women. Welts and redness were to be expected in certain situations, but black, blue or purple marks were seen as a mark of brutality. One eminent physician even went as far as to advocate the use of the slipper over almost any other implement when […]


What dreams are made of The next day the camp was roused before dawn by the family‚Äôs father and by the time the sun came up the whole entourage was back on the road. For Amy it felt strangely good to be jogging free in the morning air and she felt as if a weight […]


Awakenings Amy spent the rest of the day watching the comings and goings in the courtyard and trying to make sense of what she was seeing and equate it with what Chloe had told her. To pass the time, Amy had decided to treat the whole situation as an adventure, a game even. The bigger […]


Not in London anymore Amy watched the grey-brown pipes slide by hypnotically as the tube train clattered through the tunnel. Every once in a while there would be an unexpected flash of mauve or some other equally unlikely colour. It came to something when the view through the window of an underground train was more […]