April Phillips
Bio
Discovering worlds within words.
Stories (3/0)
Running with Lola
"Grandma, I want to hear the story of Harry and Lola!" announces Milly as she bounds through the french doors, leaving them frantically swinging behind her. Harriett looks affectionately down at her granddaughter. Milly's glowing green eyes gaze eagerly into her own. "Well hello there my Milly. I'm very happy to see you on this glorious Wednesday." Harriett feels warm as Milly's contagious excitement fills her. "Mummy is late again, she wants us to wave at the window." says Milly, accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll. As they wave from the bay window, pushing aside the crisp white curtains, Harriett smiles at her oldest daughter Vivienne, with unquestionable pride. "Dr Vivienne Stone, you really can do it all." Harriett thinks out aloud. "Come sit my child, and don't forget the woven shawl to keep you warm."
By April Phillips2 years ago in Fiction
Amelie's Barn
Amelie Rose can hear her mother calling. "Amelie, come now darling, your oats will dry." Her mother's voice is always gentle, like a soft and sincere whisper, even when she is cross, and even with her father when he trudges his muddy boots onto the rug at days end.
By April Phillips3 years ago in Fiction
Remember.
Josephine begins to wake. A loud bleating forcefully filling her ears as she attempts to open her eyes. A thick layer of dust and grit sealing them closed. She forces her eyes open as an involuntary panic shivers over her cold, depleted body. She remembers.
By April Phillips3 years ago in Fiction