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#1: What might have happened Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:18 am

Um, okay. This isn't my normal fayre, and I really don't know if its any good. But I had a 'what if' thought earlier and I couldn't settle until I wrote it up. I started it at abut 11.30 and I've just finished. Its not been tweaked or anything, so please accept any horrifically awful EBDisms etc. Please be kind!
Oh, and this is based on the journey Jo, Nell, Frieda and the trips took on Nigel's yacht when they had to escape (yet again).

There was a loud humming overhead. Nell glanced up sharply, cradling her god-daughter in her arms. “Sshhh, my pet” she soothed as Helena set up a chorus of tiny wails, upset by the sudden noise. Nell looked around for Nigel, he was helping Joey into the cabin.
“Nell!” he commanded, seeing her suddenly out the corner of his eye. “Blast it woman, get undercover” he shouted hoarsely, afraid his words would be drowned out by the planes that were swarming the skies. Nell didn’t need telling twice. Clutching the baby to her chest she ran along the deck, almost blindly following the other women down into the cabin. As she took the last step, there was a loud crash and the boat lurched suddenly, sending her flying backwards onto the wooden floor, leaving her gasping for breath.

Hastily disposing of Margot into Frieda’s lap, Jo raced back. Through hazy eyes, Nell watched her, slipping from side to side as the boat rocked in increasingly rough waters. A soaring pain seared through her head as every wave smashed against the tiny yacht. She held out the baby, still swathed in blankets, “Take her, Jo” she mumbled. “I’b find”. Jo took the bundle from her, placed it in the basket next to Frieda and then turned back to Nell.
“Bill – are you okay?” Nell found herself looking into Jo’s alarmed face. She nodded her head, gently, so as not to send any more tiny daggers piercing into her head.
“Can you get up?”
“I think so” Nell swallowed nervously, her voice sounded cracked and thin. She reached out for Jo’s arm and slowly rose to her feet. A rattle of gunfire made the women in the cabin duck their heads in reflex and Nell felt her ring dig deep into her finger as Jo clutched her hand in terror. All three babies were wailing now, but even their ferocious cry was drowned out by the machines overhead.

Nigel stuck his head indoors, “You three ok?”
“What the hell’s going on out there?” Nell demanded, raising her voice to be heard against the babies cries, the planes and the shouts of the men on the deck.
“Sticky situation” he responded succinctly.
Jo glared. “Nigel! I have three tiny babies here. You have to let us know what’s going on” she choked out.
Nigel held up his arms and looked grim. “We’re doing out best out there.” He saw the look in Jo’s eyes and his tone softened. “Jo – I promised Jack. I’ll get you all there safe and sound. Look – I have to leave you now, but stay calm” He disappeared back on-deck and Nell watched him go with an ominous feeling growing in her stomach.

Jo rose as though to follow him and Nell pulled her back down roughly. “Jo! Are you crazy! Stay focussed. We need you here to help with the babies. Your babies” It worked, and Nell sighed in relief as Jo bent her graceful dark head over the tiny red heads of her triplets.
“Hush, my little darlings. Mamma’s here.” She soothed them, stroking them in turn. Her usual golden tones were strained and she sounded suspiciously close to tears, but the babies calmed down under the caress of her voice.

Just as she had managed to calm the wails to wimpering another loud crash made the three women leap up from their seats. Frieda hurriedly stashed the other two babies in the basket and Nell scooped the handle over her arm. The sound of gunfire, closer and more insistent now, raining down on the yacht and the men upon it. In the cabin it was impossible to tell whether they were being shot at from above or from the side, but wherever it was, it was clear that the situation above-deck was completely out of hand.
“We have to help” insisted Jo, lunging toward the doorway. Nell watched her go, unable to do anything with the basket in her arms. Thinking quickly, Frieda ran forward and grabbed her friend by the wrist.
“Joey libechen” Frieda pleaded with her. “Don’t go, you can not help them” she added sorrowfully.
There were tears in Jo’s eyes. “But – Nigel” she gasped. Even as she said his name, they heard his voice yell out – not giving orders this time, but in shock and pain. Jo turned white and released herself of Frieda’s grasp. Nell watched her long legs disappear through the doorway before she could think of anything to say to make her stay. The bad feeling in Nell’s stomach rose a notch.

As Jo pushed the door open the stench of blood reached them in the cabin. For a moment, Jo stopped in her tracks. As the gunfire momentarily died off, Nell watched in gripping fear as Jo went on deck. Then the gunfire started again. Jo didn’t come back. They waited, and waited. In Nell’s arms, the basket weighed heavily with her burden. There were shouts and calls up on deck, muffled behind the door. The babies began to cry. Except this time, it wasn’t the noise that disturbed them. The wailing wasn’t for hunger, or for sleep. They were crying for their mamma. Nell stared down at the three tiny screwed up faces and she suddenly knew.
“My brave little one’s” she murmured, slowly sinking to the floor with the basket. Kneeling in front of it, she took them out in a bundle and held them to her body as she had seen Joey do so many times. She rocked back and forth, silently sobbing into the babies’ heads.

She had no idea how long she sat there, rocking back and forth, while Frieda watched with growing understanding. Nell felt a hand placed on her shoulder. She shrugged it off but it was insistent.
“I’ll take them now” said a voice somewhere in front of her. She faintly recognised the voice but she could not place it. She clung tightly to the babies, gazing at them through teary eyes. “Nell, I’ll take them now” the voice was closer, softer. It sounded as though the voice wanted to cry. She lifted her head, wearily. Two pairs of hands reached out for the bundles in her arms. The babies began to wail loudly as they were disturbed. “Nell” Hilda Annersley kneeled in front of her friend. All colour had drained from her face, and her hands shook as she rested them on Nell’s shoulder. She shook it gently, hoping to stir the woman from the stupor she was gripped in. “Nell – you need to come with me now. Nell!” Hilda became sterner Nell’s vacant gaze was frightening her. “Nell – you need to leave”.
Nell shook her head groggily. “No!” she was adamant. “No – no, no” the end was a weak moan. Then Nell Wilson lost her head and screamed.

The sheets were twisted, and she was hot and sweaty. Her shoulders shook between each heavy sob. Gradually, she began to calm down, as she had taught herself to do, breathing deeply, unclenching her fists and closing her eyes against the memory. Except closing her eyes didn’t work. Sometimes she just didn’t know whether she preferred to be asleep or awake.

The door opened a snatch, and scratched slightly against the wooden floor of the sanatorium. A figure, hunched, pale and thin, slowly moved to Nell’s bedside. She looked up into the face of Jack Maynard and observed the new frowns, the new etches of pain that were slowly stealing his youthful looks.
“Here” his voice was cracked he sounded old, thought Nell. He handed her a glass of water and a tablet. He had insisted on returning to work – not with the Navy, but to the Sanatorium. Nell had been there on and off for three months, returning whenever she relapsed. She eyed the water thirstily and licked her dry lips. She found that the nightmares left her shaky, with a dry mouth and an aching head. But they were gradually lessoning. They were less frequent. She watched sadly as Jack shuffled out if the room, barely lifting his feet to walk. She knew that his nightmares wouldn’t ever change. She thought he probably knew that too.

Last edited by Nicci on Tue May 10, 2005 3:28 pm; edited 7 times in total

#2: Author: Gem, Location: Saltash/Aberystwyth

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:30 am

Wow! Brilliant beginning, Nicci - can't wait for more! Poor Nell Sad

#3: Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 10:30 am

That was so sad...

#4: Author: pim, Location: the Derbyshire wilderness

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 11:03 am

That was amazing Nicci.

#5: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 11:23 am

Oh no! That was such a real possibility! Poor Nell and poor Jack. Crying or Very sad

Is there more of this, Nicci?

#6: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 12:53 pm

Lesley wrote:

Oh no! That was such a real possibility! Poor Nell and poor Jack. Crying or Very sad

Is there more of this, Nicci?

No - it does kind of continue in my imagination, but I'm going to leave it where it is. Thanks for the comments folks. Very Happy

#7: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:07 pm

Nicci - that was beautiful, and so sad. And so possible to, I'm so glad it didn't really happen like that.

#8: Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 2:45 pm

It could so easily have happened too. There are so many moments like that in the CS books, it's hard thinking about what could have happened. *grabs tissues* Thanks Nicci

#9: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 7:24 pm

:crying: That was brilliantly written Nicci (but I'm so glad it turned out the other way in the books).

#10: Author: ali, Location: medway, kent

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 7:45 pm

I hope I'm reading this wrongly. Has Nell just .... no she couldn't have, not the triplets. But would it have been worse if she hadn't. Scary halloween drabble - even if you didn't mean it to be! :pale: Poor Nell, poor Jack. Very sad.

#11: Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 7:54 pm

:crying:

That was incredibly powerful, Nicci. *off to read something happy now*

#12: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 7:57 pm

ali wrote:

*very very worried about what you read into this* *looks back over posts* *still not sure* Please explain to me what you think happened Ali - either on the thread or by pm. I'd really like to know - it might be that I can change something and make it more understandable.

#13: Author: ali, Location: medway, kent

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 8:18 pm

I thought she'd suffocated the wee babies so the evil nazis couldn't get them, now thinking I must have taken it the wrong way, at least hoping so. I thought the voice she heard asking for the triplets was Joeys ghost because the Nazis had shot her. I have had a bad day so may be reading bad things where they don't exist. I hope I haven't offended you as I'm sure nobody else will have taken my view of things, just seeing the excellent writing.

#14: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:25 pm

Wow. Well, um, no. That's not what happened. I always thought, particularly since the Redheads drabble (where Hilda mentioned Nell's unrewarded efforts to help the girls escape from the Nazis) that what with everything Nell went through from Exile onwards, she would be headed for a complete breakdown, just as it was. When I saw this scene on the boat, I couldn't imagine how Nell would possibly recover from that. Jo had been looked after carefully after the escaped Austria, but Nell, who also went through hell, had no such care. She was left on that boat holding the babies of a girl she had seen grow up and who had become a friend. I think she probably felt such grief, guilt and fear, that she ended up in the state she was at the end. Does that help?

#15: Author: claire, Location: South Wales

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:28 pm

I admit to having to reread the bit towards the end (I also thought that everyone died but I thought the boat sank and it was Jo's ghost asking for the triplets but then I got to the next paragraph and worked it out) Would have liked to have seen it contnued though - maybe one day nikki - in another drabble?

#16: Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:37 pm

I sort of thought (and this is quite distressing so don't read any further if you are easily distressed!!!) ...that Nell had clung so tightly to the babies that she had smothered them. I'm glad that's not the case (but slightly worried that I think such gruesome thoughts) Nicci, this was an amazing piece of writing - please don't take offence or feel disheartened by us not quite catching the drift (if everything was easily understood, what would English Lit students do with their time? Wink

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#17: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:56 pm

Ann - I also almost saw that happening, but thankful she didn't. I've just thought of how to make that clearer, so I'll edit the post. The trouble is i was writing this in the early hours of the morning in a highly emotional state while on messenger to various people - probably not the best conditions to drabble under! I'm terrible at assuming that my readers have the same knowledge as me - I reduce everything! Thanks for pointing things like this out, and for discussing the story. It really helps. *wondering now whether to take this further to make things clearer* ETA: well I would edit the first post, but the stoopid computer won't let me (and yet I can edit this post strangely)

#18: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 10:15 pm

Actually I first thought that it was Jack asking for the babies, then I decided it was someone who had gone to their aid. I never thought that Bill had harmed them, either on purpose or by accident, the whole scenario was so sad in the first place, I certainly wasn't looking for anything to make it worse.

#19: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 6:29 am

I thought Joey'd never come back from going up on deck, and Nell was left holding the babies! And that that's why Jack also looked so worn, etc.

#20: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 6:31 am

Have editied post for Nicci, so that it is made clearer that the triplets survived. (The words are hers and it was done at her request - just in case you think I'm muscling in on other people's drabbles! Wink

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#21: Author: Rachael,

Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 9:44 am

Wonderful, Nicci! Very powerful and poor Nell ... (am slightly confused after the yibble though!)

#22: Author: ali, Location: medway, kent

Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 8:48 pm

Thank you Nikki, Although slightly relieved that I wasn't the only one seeing sinister things in it. Embarassed

#23: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 8:53 pm

Nicci, that was fabulous. The writing really drew me in. *applauds* Really, really sad though. SO glad it's not what really happened.

#24: Author: Joey, Location: Cambridge

Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 10:48 am

Nicci, that was superb. It so nearly happened. Could almost be "true". Thank you so much.

#25: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:13 pm

Nicci, that was incredible! Like everyone else I'm VERY glad it didn't really 'happen'!

#26: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 11:36 pm

Thank you Nicci - glad it didn't happen but it so nearly could have happened.

#27: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 12:15 am

Thanks for the comments everyone. I was quite nervous about posting the drabble - and I'm even more so about this next bit. Yes, yes -I know I said it was complete! I had another disturbed night, and this is the result of it - I'm not entirely sure where it fits in with the previous part. Whether its Nell returning to school for good or simply a small time spent there before she had to return to the san. Either way, writing this out has made me feel a lot better. So I apologise if its completely and utterly crap.

Hilda Annersley awoke instantly to a sound coming from the adjacent room. As the floor boards creaked again she swung her legs out of bed and slotted her feet into her slippers. Before venturing into the next room, she sat quietly for a moment on the edge of the bed, drawing her thoughts together and sending a silent prayer in the hope that He would guide her next move. Nell was obviously pacing up and down her room, similar nocturnal events had occurred almost nightly when she was still in the sanatorium. Hilda vented a soft, sad, sigh for her friend. They had hoped that bringing Nell back to the school would bring some normality back to her life – in fact, any attempt to lift her out of her current grief and depression was considered worth making at this point.

At least Nell had agreed to share Hilda’s own quarters for the time being, reflected the young Headmistress. It had been a difficult task at first, for Nell had insisted that she was capable of returning to normal routine – had she lied to anyone but Hilda Annersley Nell would probably still be sleeping in her old room next to the girls’ dormitories. But Hilda had seen through the lie, and had told a tiny lie of her own. She eventually managed to convince Nell that she would never get any sleep of she was up half the night chasing-up misbehaving middles. The fact was that the whole school, even the most irrepressible of middles, were too subdued to be playing midnight pranks seemed not to occur to Nell submerged as she was in her own dark world. Perhaps she was just too tired to argue, but it emerged that Hilda would get her way – and have Nell sleeping where she could watch over her with care whether she was aware of it or not.

Hilda slipped on her dressing gown and tugged the cord tightly around her waist. A few steps forward she nervously placed her right hand on the cool metal of the door handle and gently pushed down. The door opened slowly and quietly, not disturbing Nell as she continued to pace the room.
“Nell” she murmured softly, not wanting to startle her.

Nell paused and slowly but steadily turned to face Hilda. The vision Hilda was confronted by was to haunt her for years after. Nell, her face grey and strained, took on an almost ghostly appearance against the stark white of her nightgown. The reddened rims of her eyes stood out, while the eyes themselves were pools of blackness. As Hilda stepped out of the doorway to take Nell into her arms she realised that she must have been crying for some length of time.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked, with an uncharacteristic disregard for grammar. Nell shook her head as she laid it on Hilda’s shoulder. When she spoke, her voice wavered.
“Stupid pills won’t work” she complained bitterly, casting the tiny bottle angrily to the floor. The bottle smashed, scattering the remainder of the sedatives noisily across the bare boards. Her body jerked irrationally the noise a faint echo of gunfire.

Hilda ignored the pills, and pulled Nell closer, feeling for the first time physically stronger than her athletic friend. Nell began to cry huge,
heaving tearless sobs that were more of a cry-out than weeping. Clinging onto Hilda as though she might other wise fall through the floor, she tried to choke out a few incoherent words.

Wisely, Hilda directed her back to her bed and tucked her in, receiving not a murmur of an argument. She poured a small glass of water from the jug on the nightstand and ordered Nell to sip it slowly until all it was all gone. As Nell mechanically followed her directions, Hilda eased herself onto the bed next to her, perching next to Nell’s pillow. When the glass was empty she tenderly removed it from Nell’s icy grip and placed it back on the table. She shifted slightly so that she could rest her head against Nell’s.

“Do you want to talk?” Hilda was nervous that she might push Nell too far too fast. Jem Russell had warned her about Nell’s mental state, and had been somewhat concerned at Nell returning to school so soon.

Nell smiled weakly, and it broke Hilda’s heart to see it. She hadn’t known how much she loved her friend until she realised how much she missed that smile. She fumbled for Nell’s hand and squeezed it gently.
“Sorry for being such a kid” Nell apologised gruffly, referring to the scattered pills and broken bottle. Hilda was dismayed at this train of thought.
“Nell, you can do whatever you want. Hell, you could smash up all the furniture in this room if it makes it any better” she said emphatically.
“It’s not fair on you though – you have as much grief as me. You shouldn’t have to be here” argued back Nell.
“I’m not here out of duty Nell, I’m here because I want to be, neither of us should do this alone”
“I’ve always been alone” sighed Nell softly, almost forgetting Hilda’s presence as her thoughts drifted over the family she had lost. There was a moment of silence.
“Aren’t the sedatives Ja-Jem gave you working?” she ommited Jack’s name in time, knowing it would only serve to send Nell’s thoughts down another depressing path.
Nell shook her head. “Not anymore. I had to take double the dose last night just to get my eyes to close. Tonight- they just didn’t work at all” She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them she gazed at the scattered pills hungrily. Hilda was disturbed by what she saw in Nell’s eyes.
“Nell,” her throat constricted. “You wouldn’t…you’re not…” she glanced at Nell who was staring straight ahead. A large tear rolled down Hilda’s cheek Nell turned and brushed it away.
She took a deep breath. “Sometimes, I’ve wondered” she began slowly, organising her thoughts carefully. “I’ve wondered whether I could”. Hilda felt herself holding her breath as she waited silently for Nell to continue. “ – but I couldn’t. I know I couldn’t.” Relief washed over Hilda. “I don’t want to die, not yet. I just – Hilda I just want to sleep. I want to sleep and wake up and for this never to have happened. I want to go to sleep for a very long time…”
Hilda curled up closer, arching her body around Nell’s. “You’ve got to hold on Nell” she whispered. “We can talk to Jem, we can sort out your medication. And you know – you can always go back to the san if you want”
“I don’t want to go back. It’s so lonely there. I- I can’t bear it, being alone” her voice trembled, “that’s when I get sad and I can’t forget about it. I like the pills because they help me sleep, but sometimes I wish I didn’t take them- they just make the morning come faster and then I have to deal with all this again. I hate this war” she ended fiercely.
“So do I” replied Hilda quietly, preparing to settle-in for the night.

She thought about how Hitler had touched them all already their Austrian friends, the girls’ husbands and fathers, the baby triplets and their father – all devastated because of one man’s greed and irrationality. All her friends were being affected, and now he was claiming another, she thought in despair as she watched Nell’s eyelids droop as she approached something like sleep. Hilda wriggled her body down the bed until her head was lying flat, level with Nell’s. She wrapped her arms around the sleeping woman and found herself clinging on tight. ‘Hold-on, Nell. Just hold-on’ she insisted silently.

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#28: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 12:25 am

So many of the drabbles seem to be rendering me speechless tonight.Thank you Nicci - this is very powerful, and so very sad. I'm begining to doubt that Nell will ever be able to recover from this.

#29: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 12:39 am

I'm so glad you've decided to continue this Nicci.It's seriously good.Poor Nell Crying or Very sad

She must feel like she could have done something to stop Joey, even though she tried her best, and it must be eating her up. How heartbreaking for her.Think I'm going to need to restack the tissues for this onebtw, like Hilda's 'uncharacteristic disregard for grammar' Wink

#30: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 5:26 am

Poor, poor Nell, glad Hilda is there for her, but wonder if she is going to recover. Crying or Very sad

Thank you Nicci.(Seriously glad this didn't really happen.)

#31: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:29 am

Thank you for adding to this NicciHope Nell can get a decent night's sleep (and you as well)Liz

#32: Author: Rachael,

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:19 am

Gosh - this is so difficult to read but so powerful Crying or Very sad

My heart goes out to Nell - I'm so glad that Hilda is there to support her ... I just hope that and the medication is enough

#33: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 10:53 am

Nicci - NEVER doubt your writing - this is so powerful it has sucked us all in

#34: Author: pim, Location: the Derbyshire wilderness

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 1:02 pm

Nicci, this is just so powerful and incredible. Hope you get a better night's sleep tonight (and Nell too).

#35: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:01 pm

*shivers* Nicci, this has rendered me speechless. It's a very powerful piece of writing. Thank you.

#36: Author: Kelly, Location: Auckland, New Zealand

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:05 pm

Thank you for adding to this Nicci. This is a really powerful piece of writing. I feel so sorry for poor Nell.

#37: Author: Helen P, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 10:39 pm

I'm glad to see more of this - it is excellent. I'm another one who is shivering and feeling very glad this didn't happen!

#38: Author: catherine, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne

Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 11:24 pm

Nicci, this is very expressive and beautifully written - also extremely realistic. But I'm never going to go away again if this is what happens when I'm not around!!! Wink

#39: Author: Kim, Location: Tipperary, Ireland

Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 9:24 pm

Nicci this is brilliant - Nell & Hilda have always been shown as the strong ones taking everything in their stride and that can't have been the case always. Love Hilda's support and understanding even in the midst of her own sorrow. Looking forward to more

#40: Author: Elisabeth,

Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 9:33 pm

Oh Nell! :crying: What with Joey's Wonderful Life and now this, poor Nell seems to be having a terrible time of it at the moment. This is stunningly brilliant, Nicci. I'm quite overwhelmed.

#41: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 9:33 pm

*teary-eyed* Nicci this is so so powerful, so perfectly written. You mustn't think it crap at all. I only hope you write more.

#42: Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/Bristol

Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 9:42 pm

This must be incredibly draining to write. Thank-you for the last post!

#43: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:56 am

Poor poor Nell can so imagine this. It must have been dreadful for her! (still glad it didn't really happen)

#44: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 10:58 am

Can people help place this please? Do you think it should go in St Therese?

#45: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 11:00 am

I think you're right Nicci - St Therese would probably be the best place Liz

#46: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 6:03 pm

does this mean we might get more at some point?

#47: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2005 3:48 pm

francesn wrote:

does this mean we might get more at some point?

Hmm, I'm not sure at the moment. I have written another scene, but I'm trying to decide whether to post it or not. Maybe. Confused

#48: Author: Ella, Location: Staffordshire

Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2005 8:13 pm

Thanks for bouncing this back up - I hadn't seen it before, and am very glad I've got to read it. It is so sad - poor, poor Nell. Crying or Very sad

Truly powerful writing, Nicci, I am in awe. If you can, we'd really like to see some more!

Thanks! typing

#49: Author: Marianne, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 4:40 pm

I havent seen this before
It really is wonderful

#50: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:25 pm

I've got another scene of this, but I really can't decide whether to post it or not. I quite like where I've ended it so far, and I don't know whether adding to it would spoil it.
So is there anyone who would be up for reading the scene and giving their opinion on whether to add it or not?

#51: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 8:56 pm

Happy to take a look if you want Nicci. Pm or email me if you'd like me to.

#52: Author: Nicci, Location: UK

Posted: Tue May 10, 2005 3:27 pm

Thank you to both Lesley and Josie for reading the next scene of this drabble, and for encouraging me to post it. However, I've decided to leave the story where it is.
Thanks for everyone's comments on the story. I like to think that Nell gets through this grief and guilt, but it's up to the reader to make their own mind up about it.

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