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Chloe_ScopeChloe_Scope Scope Posts: 10,680 Disability Gamechanger
edited August 2020 in Coffee lounge
Today, 24th June, is National Writing Day. Whether you write a diary or like to publish your work, The National Literacy Trust encourage everyone to get involved.
This will be the fourth annual celebration of the power of writing creatively, inspiring people of all ages and abilities to try writing for fun and self-expression. 

This National Writing Day, we have published new research which shows that lockdown has inspired a resurgence in children and young people’s creative writing, which has in turn played an important role in supporting their wellbeing during this time of uncertainty.

Disabled writers

Let's not forget about our community of amazing guest bloggers who have written for us over the years. If this is something you'd be interested in doing then please email us at [email protected]

I think it's important to acknowledge the disabled writers and bloggers. Throughout the day I will be posting people who have written content to raise awareness of disability.

Are you a writer? Would you like to be a writer? Which disabled bloggers would you recommend? Let us know in the comments below!
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  • Wini1960Wini1960 Member Posts: 116 Pioneering
    Chloe_Scope I love to write from the heart. So I have a few poetry/spoken words in my notes. Would you like me to share? They are not published.
  • phillycollings29phillycollings29 Member Posts: 57 Courageous
    Hi @Chloe_Scope
    BBC Radio did some 'short stories' during lockdown.  I had one read by one of the presenters.  Would you like it?

  • Wini1960Wini1960 Member Posts: 116 Pioneering
  • Chloe_ScopeChloe_Scope Scope Posts: 10,680 Disability Gamechanger
    Wini1960 said:
    Chloe_Scope I love to write from the heart. So I have a few poetry/spoken words in my notes. Would you like me to share? They are not published.
    I'd love to read these!
    Hi @Chloe_Scope
    BBC Radio did some 'short stories' during lockdown.  I had one read by one of the presenters.  Would you like it?

    That's great @[email protected]! Yes please. :)
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  • Wini1960Wini1960 Member Posts: 116 Pioneering
    I'm not sure who will like this as I am a practicing Christian so I apologise if it offends anybody.
  • Wini1960Wini1960 Member Posts: 116 Pioneering
    Ever learning, in the field of training. I get knocked down didn't see that coming. My legs buckling under the strain. Others upwatching in dismay. Will she get up, or will she count herself out? Body lying there mustering every bit, every ounce of strength I get up, yes I'm up. The devil says what's up I thought this was a done deal but she'up praising God, prayers of daggers thrown at me, to the point I have to duck. Every morning, every night shouldn't have allowed that one to be in the fight. Who is to blame he asks his demons, that one should never get away.  Yet again I will take my stand,  hold his hand, love him in my victories and when I'm down but not out. I will finish the course set before me, with everlasting grace given to me. He counts me worthy, blessed, and one sweet day I will take my rest. Yes I will take my rest.

  • phillycollings29phillycollings29 Member Posts: 57 Courageous
    Wini1960 said:
    Chloe_Scope I love to write from the heart. So I have a few poetry/spoken words in my notes. Would you like me to share? They are not published.
    I'd love to read these!
    Hi @Chloe_Scope
    BBC Radio did some 'short stories' during lockdown.  I had one read by one of the presenters.  Would you like it?

    That's great @[email protected]! Yes please. :)
    Where do I post it? Chloe
    Where do I post it @Chloe_Scope
  • Chloe_ScopeChloe_Scope Scope Posts: 10,680 Disability Gamechanger
    Hi @phillycollings29, you are more than welcome to post it here! :)
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  • JaneCambsJaneCambs Member Posts: 32 Courageous
    I don’t write stories, just poetry and songs. I find it helps me sort my thoughts out,and is a great therapy. Nice to read writing was celebrated yesterday 
  • Chloe_ScopeChloe_Scope Scope Posts: 10,680 Disability Gamechanger
    Amazing @JaneCambs!
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  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
    There’s an old red brick wall at the bottom of the garden but it’s covered in ivy and before it is a mini wasteland of rubbish. Broken clay pots, stinging nettles “ouch!” Dock leaves “ah” that’s better, and some barbed wire and corrugated iron “what’s underneath?” “Nothing I bet” “no a slowworm!” Golden brown, so still, dozy on a hot day “pick it up, double dare” smooth, long and very strong “Samson the slowworm” like a strong finger “ put it down and see” its so fast it’s gone in a flash. Corrugated iron replaced. “So what’s behind the old clay pot? “Ha, a yellow snail” yellow with brown stripes “could be rare, I’ll look it up later” “bye snail. Hi worm, hi woodlice.” “A mini wasteland, quiet before I came, hidden jewels everywhere, who knew.”
  • laura222laura222 Member Posts: 84 Pioneering
    I wrote this thing about the fluidity of physical mobility https://medium.com/@anelkashaw/sometimes-i-use-a-wheelchair-b75c573ade46

    And lots of things from the perspective of an imaginary tortoise ... http://www.teaisforturtle.co.uk/ (This may, or may not be disability-related :p)
  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
    @laura222. The turtle is funny, great stuff and thanks for sharing.
  • SophievgSophievg Member Posts: 2 Listener
    I'm a little late to this conversation! I wrote a blog recently for the Public Disability History site on 'Parental Advocacy and the Changing Attitudes Towards Down syndrome in Post-war Britain'. I've linked it below incase anyone is interested :) 

    https://www.public-disabilityhistory.org/2020/06/parental-advocacy-and-changing.html


  • SophievgSophievg Member Posts: 2 Listener
    @laura222 great pieces, thanks for sharing :) 
  • Chloe_ScopeChloe_Scope Scope Posts: 10,680 Disability Gamechanger
    Thank you for sharing this with us @laura222
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  • phillycollings29phillycollings29 Member Posts: 57 Courageous
    Hello @Tesdl

    What an odd thing to suggest that the main character in a book not be disabled!

    Personally I should love to read your story and hope you will consider writing it.  It would be insightful for me and many others as well as making compelling reading I am sure.

    All the very best with it  :)
  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
    @Tesdl I appreciate that writing your story might be hard work but it might be an idea to write it and then see how it turns out, ie interesting or not. I’m sure it would be interesting but this way you could ask others how they found it to be rather than just as an idea, just a thought.
  • JaneCambsJaneCambs Member Posts: 32 Courageous
    @Tesdl I can’t understand why someone would make such a suggestion regarding your story. I think real stories can be far more interesting and insightful than those made up. What if you made a time line of chapters with a brief synopsis of what each one would hold? Might give you an idea as to the content and flow of the possible book? It would then also be a nice reference to follow when fully writing it. Kind of like the warm up to the main event. Reading life from other people’s perspectives can teach us all many things. I am sure there is much to learn from your life experience. Don’t let an outsider put you off. Write because you feel you want to, let it be cathartic 
  • TesdlTesdl Member Posts: 10 Connected
    Yes thanks, I really should! 
  • serenkserenk Member Posts: 18 Courageous
    Very late to the party, but I am! My website is www.serenkiremitcioglu.com :) 
  • Chloe_ScopeChloe_Scope Scope Posts: 10,680 Disability Gamechanger
    Thanks for sharing @serenk! :)
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  • Parrot123Parrot123 Member Posts: 137 Pioneering
    I am in the middle of a book about my life good times and ba d all true. Called baby versus Bottle
  • Parrot123Parrot123 Member Posts: 137 Pioneering
    only a few chapters i am a cancer patient. So i hope to get back to writing soon. it's my life story . Find it hard to write what happened to me as a child but i will get back to it 

  • Parrot123Parrot123 Member Posts: 137 Pioneering
    lol is there a person that u can tell your story and they write your book????
  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
    @Parrot123 good luck with your book 🙂
  • Lucy411Lucy411 Member Posts: 74 Courageous
    Very late to this discussion but I'm aiming to improve inclusivity and am in need of community engagement so that I highlight issues not just pertaining to me. Let me know your thoughts; inclusivelivingconcepts.com.
  • zakynthos2020zakynthos2020 Member Posts: 8 Listener
    It’s 6am in the morning when the day is dawning. I get out of bed and wash my sleepy head and wonder what I should choose .I’ve been awake all night my mind and brains had a fight but still I’ve got nothing to lose because I’ve got the hospital blues The doctors and nurses work all day I wish they could have more pay but won’t somebody help me to sleep tonight so won’t you help me to sleep tonight take away the lamps take away the lights because I’ve got nothing to loose cos I’ve got the hospital blues.
  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
    lol is there a person that u can tell your story and they write your book????
    @Parrot123 yes there are such people, they’re called ghost writers and for a fee they will write your book. 
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    leeCal   I will do it for you.  If you are serious about writing your story.  Let me know.
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    I write short stories and children's stories.

    I need a publisher though who is not going to expect me to pay an arm and a ;leg to publish
  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
    Hi @LP004 thank you but it’s @Parrot123 who is interested perhaps, not myself. Thanks again though.
    (by the way if you want someone to know you’ve mentioned them you have to use the @ sign before their name, then they are notified 🙂)
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    edited July 2020
    @leeCal , thank you for letting me know I got a little mixed up there

    @Parrot123 I will write your story for you if you are serious about doing it.  Let me know.
  • AwesomelorenzoAwesomelorenzo Member Posts: 98 Connected
    I write on Critique circle. I get good feedback too.
  • Lucy411Lucy411 Member Posts: 74 Courageous
    I write on Critique circle. I get good feedback too.

    @Awesomelorenzo haven't heard of that. I'll check it out :)
  • sazzasazza Member Posts: 11 Connected
    I will share a poem I wrote about love. Mr Sazza said it read like a suicide note ...

    It is not ! 



    Fragile

    Striking colour draws me to the exquisite jewelled filigree soul 

    It is too beautiful.

    I weep, unable to acknowledge it’s terrifying visage.

    I am drawn like a moth to the flame

    I don’t feel the barbed spikes as they tear my flesh, 

    I don’t understand the white heat of passion that has enveloped me.

    The black hole of my sorrow shatters like mirrored glass.

    Brittle. 

    Too fragile to exist in this ugly world.



    The life of a Mutant is always intense 
  • leeCalleeCal Member Posts: 2,708 Disability Gamechanger
  • Lucy411Lucy411 Member Posts: 74 Courageous
    I agree @sazza, very thought provoking.
  • sazzasazza Member Posts: 11 Connected
    Thank you @leeCal and @Lucy411

    The life of a Mutant is always intense 
  • davegregson40davegregson40 Member Posts: 69 Pioneering
    I would like to share with the group that I have a disability but just had my first book accepted for publication. Having  disabilities is no barrier and you have skills sane as everyone 
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    @davegregson40 Well done.  Can you let me know about the publisher, please?  What genres do they publish?  I have 3 short stories, two are children's stories, one is a short story.  I am editing a novel I wrote some time ago. 
  • Adrian_ScopeAdrian_Scope Testing Team, Community Team Posts: 7,746 Scope community team
    It's very moving @sazza. Thank you for sharing this with us.

    Huge congratulations @davegregson40. Can I ask what the book's about?
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  • davegregson40davegregson40 Member Posts: 69 Pioneering
    Dear LP004
    Yes certainly, the childrens stories were first published in the free magazine Short Kids stories just to test the water and I am now working with Pegasus Publishers 
  • JaneCambsJaneCambs Member Posts: 32 Courageous
    edited July 2020
    Hello all, it’s lovely to read how many people are exercising their creativity. I will chance sharing something I wrote. Also the picture I did for the piece so will add that too. I wrote and drew the image after my dad died. I found people got uncomfortable when I brought up his death because he took his life and it’s not a subject people want to hear. But I do think it is something needed to be talked about as so many people find themselves struggling and others find them selves left behind. I lost my dad when I was younger back in 2003. It took me over fifteen years to finally do something to express that loss. Writing this and drawing the image was cathartic. I am sorry if it offends. He was always my inspiration and a writer himself 



    The Star That Chose To Fall 

    You were my brightest star
    A vibrant blaze of lustrous energy in a sea of flickering lights 
    I was captured by your gaze 
    Your benevolent nature kept me safe from the shadows and I trusted you to guide me through many of life’s journeys 

    I felt safe 
    you were home to me 

    As my own light began to grow, 
    you beamed proudly over me. 
    I was climbing the ladder to the sea of stars, 
    to one day stand by your side, 
    and I hoped I could shine as brightly as you 

    For you were my inspiration 
    The one star above all others I looked up to 
    To me you were an everlasting, unbreakable force. 
    My strength and mentor in life

    I did not notice your vulnerability. Focused only on your wisdom and strength,                                             I hadn’t caught sight of your flickering lights. 
    A star struggling from within to keep their light burning at its brightest 
    I wasn’t prepared for your light to go out 

    On the night you chose to fall from the sky, my world came crashing down
    I felt only darkness surround me.   My sky would never look the same again,
    now you had extinguished your own flame.  

    Your final words haunted me as I questioned myself and wondered how I hadn’t seen the signs. 

    How had I not noticed those little flickers of self doubt? I felt abandoned in a world that no longer made sense to me

    Pain set in and my heart was eclipsed with fear, anger and guilt.    A medley of emotions surfaced and for some time my own light faded to a dull desolate tone

    I felt alone

    But with time comes much contemplation. And I did my best to forgive myself for failing you

    Today I stand with my dreams firmly held in my hands. With the intention and same vigour you once showed me. I clasp my dreams and think of you

    For you always believed in my dreams. And I still believe in you 


    For my Dad David 31/05/1948 - 31/12/2003

    .




  • davegregson40davegregson40 Member Posts: 69 Pioneering
    That's beautifully written and moving, thank you for sharing.
  • davegregson40davegregson40 Member Posts: 69 Pioneering
    Writers Forum is a good .magazine and online forum. I also know Austin Macauley and Olmpua Publishers are often looking for new work as are the Peoples Friend for light and feel good stories 
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    @JaneCambs

    Thank you for sharing that poem with us.  It is a beautiful way of describing your relationship with your late Father.

    I lost my Mother in 2006.  You are right to say that those who lose loved ones need to talk about them. Once I did that, I felt better.
    I went into deep depression about 18 months after my Mother died.

    One thing helped me cope even through my depression is the thought of seeing her again as a healthy young woman again when she, along with millions of others, will be resurrected back to life into a paradise earth.  John 5:28,29


  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    I have written 3 short stories, and am in the process of editing a novel I wrote.
    Could you give me the contact details of the publishers, or magazines, looking for authors, please?
    Thank you
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    If I scanned my work to my computer, how can I copy it onto here, please?
  • TesdlTesdl Member Posts: 10 Connected
    @JaneCambs thanks for sharing your thoughts about your Dad's passing. I found it so poignant that he made his decision the day before a New Year began. Also felt strongly that you should never feel that your memories or thoughts about his life and death might offend. I'm grateful for your piece and for the opportunity to reflect on why people take that path. I hope he has found peace and glad that you have found peace now too!
  • Lucy411Lucy411 Member Posts: 74 Courageous
    JaneCambs said:
    Hello all, it’s lovely to read how many people are exercising their creativity. I will chance sharing something I wrote. Also the picture I did for the piece so will add that too. I wrote and drew the image after my dad died. I found people got uncomfortable when I brought up his death because he took his life and it’s not a subject people want to hear. But I do think it is something needed to be talked about as so many people find themselves struggling and others find them selves left behind. I lost my dad when I was younger back in 2003. It took me over fifteen years to finally do something to express that loss. Writing this and drawing the image was cathartic. I am sorry if it offends. He was always my inspiration and a writer himself 



    The Star That Chose To Fall 

    You were my brightest star
    A vibrant blaze of lustrous energy in a sea of flickering lights 
    I was captured by your gaze 
    Your benevolent nature kept me safe from the shadows and I trusted you to guide me through many of life’s journeys 

    I felt safe 
    you were home to me 

    As my own light began to grow, 
    you beamed proudly over me. 
    I was climbing the ladder to the sea of stars, 
    to one day stand by your side, 
    and I hoped I could shine as brightly as you 

    For you were my inspiration 
    The one star above all others I looked up to 
    To me you were an everlasting, unbreakable force. 
    My strength and mentor in life

    I did not notice your vulnerability. Focused only on your wisdom and strength,                                             I hadn’t caught sight of your flickering lights. 
    A star struggling from within to keep their light burning at its brightest 
    I wasn’t prepared for your light to go out 

    On the night you chose to fall from the sky, my world came crashing down
    I felt only darkness surround me.   My sky would never look the same again,
    now you had extinguished your own flame.  

    Your final words haunted me as I questioned myself and wondered how I hadn’t seen the signs. 

    How had I not noticed those little flickers of self doubt? I felt abandoned in a world that no longer made sense to me

    Pain set in and my heart was eclipsed with fear, anger and guilt.    A medley of emotions surfaced and for some time my own light faded to a dull desolate tone

    I felt alone

    But with time comes much contemplation. And I did my best to forgive myself for failing you

    Today I stand with my dreams firmly held in my hands. With the intention and same vigour you once showed me. I clasp my dreams and think of you

    For you always believed in my dreams. And I still believe in you 


    For my Dad David 31/05/1948 - 31/12/2003

    .




     @JaneCambs, this is lovely you should be very proud of this. Thank you for sharing.

  • Lucy411Lucy411 Member Posts: 74 Courageous
    LP004 said:
    If I scanned my work to my computer, how can I copy it onto here, please?

    @LP004, 5th icon from the right and attach it as an image, jpg etc or the one next to it on the left to attach a file.
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    @Lucy411 Thank you.  I will scan the story and put it on here in that case>  Hope you all enjoy reading it.
  • davegregson40davegregson40 Member Posts: 69 Pioneering
    please scan the story. I will send the contact details of the publishers that I have worked with and know are looking for new stories 
  • JaneCambsJaneCambs Member Posts: 32 Courageous
    @LP004 So sorry to hear you lost your mum. I am glad you have found comfort through your faith. I hope the story is a success too. Grief is a complicated emotion that I have had to endure too many times. But yes finding peace with my fathers passing was a hard journey. I think had people allowed me to open up more I would of dealt better with it sooner
  • JaneCambsJaneCambs Member Posts: 32 Courageous
    @Lucy411 thank you for your kind words. I tend to write as a means to cope 
  • JaneCambsJaneCambs Member Posts: 32 Courageous
    @Tesdl thanks so much for your thoughts, it means a lot to get some feedback. I have lost that way three times now and it has given me much thought as to why people do this. It has also caused me to keep to myself more. 11pm New Year’s Eve is when it happened. I wasn’t told until after midnight had passed. I was very much a grump at new year for many years. However I light a star lantern for him and let the new year in with him in my heart every year now
  • TesdlTesdl Member Posts: 10 Connected
    @JaneCambs I'm glad you can do that. He clearly gave up on hope when the hope of a New Year was round the corner. I feel we can all learn so much from that. Keep your light shining and speaking your truth! 
  • GlobsterGlobster Member Posts: 546 Pioneering
    edited July 2020

    My lockdown poem 

    Lockdown, has given Jay time to learn my creative of  poetry writing. 

    Poetry writing has helped get though lockdown.

    My poetry writing has given me a voice through the use of words.

    As I hear the  birds  tweeting melodiously 

    I was awoken and thought lockdown was a bad dream. 

    I hope soon lockdown will be moment for our history books.

    As we do not know what normal life will look after lockdown.

    I would appreciate to help what scope community if about my poem 

  • davegregson40davegregson40 Member Posts: 69 Pioneering
    Austin Macauley publishers London office 020 7038 8212. Submissions can be online too. The Fiction Desk is an independent publisher which you submit online.  I think there may. e a £3 fee, not sure.Olympia Publishers 0203 755 3166. London office. I also reccomend Writers Forym Magazine because they often have details of competitions.The Peoples Friend are good and they do things old school, you get the address of head office then post the story with covering letter. Some but not all publishers do charge an advance payment, which in theory you should earn back but please just check first. I was lucky with my timing.Pegasus Publishers had just advertised for short childrens stories and I happened to have some that I had written and ready.  Getting a proof reader can be a good help too. 
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    Here is one of my short stories.  Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
    Lenise

  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    Here is one short story I wrote.
      Honest opinions please.
    Double Take
    By
    Lenise Page
    c 1987

    “You’ve given birth to the most beautiful twins, my dear. They need special care now, but they will be fine. It’s a shame you having them adopted as you’ll never see them grow up.” The midwife told the young, unmarried Mother.
    When Aileen heard those words she felt a twinge of pain as she’d wanted to keep them, but was only putting them forward for adoption because her parents forced her to. A few days later, two nurses were talking about the twins and one said, “One of the twins has a home, at least.”
    “Oh, which one?”
    “Lucille. The couple only want one child so little Gertrude will be put in an orphanage.”
    “Poor little mite. Personally, I don’t think they should be separated.”


    Detective Lucille Easton walked in the Lansdown Police Headquarters and was informed that the Chief Superintendent was holding an urgent meeting. Once all the Detectives were in attendance, he displayed the Gloucestershire Echo of the previous evening. The grisly headline read, “MUTILATED CORPSE FOUND IN RIVER.” The Chief
    Superintendent told his audience, “The corpse is female. Her skull has been smashed in which makes identification impossible so we’ve got to go through the missing persons records over the past month or two. We should know how long she has been dead soon which narrow down the workload somewhat. Meanwhile, I want everyone on this.”
    Nothing relevant was found, but the phone call Lucille took at the beginning of her shift the following day was worth looking into. She told Paddy, her partner, “That was a Mr. Whittington. He has reported his wife missing. Apparently, she hasn’t arrived home from a long weekend trip. She should have been back three days ago. I’m checking it out.”
    When Mr. Whittington and Lucille met, his reaction took her aback, he went pale and backed away, “YOU! Keep away from us.”
    “Sir?” Lucille asked in confusion.
    He raised his voice, “Just get away and stay away. You have done enough damage.”
    Lucille recoiled as the door was slammed in her face.
    Back at the Police Headquarters, she met Chef Inspector Clifton who commented, “You look pensive Lucille, anything I can help you with?”
    “Oh,” she looked up at him, “Miles away, Sir. I was just wondering about this Mr. Whittington I've just visited ….” she told him what happened, then added, “I've got to wondering if I look like someone the Whittington's know if ….” her voice trailed off, “Oh no, it couldn't be. Too much of a coincidence if it is.”
    “May I know what you're thinking of?” he asked.
    “It may be nothing Sir, but can I check the Criminal Records before I say anything?”
    “Of course you can.”
    “One other thing. If I'm right, may I do a reconstruction, please?”
    Although puzzled, he told her, “I'll talk to the Super first. Let me know what's going on soon, will you?”
    “When I have all the information, yes Sir.” Lucille conceded on one point as she told him, “All I will say at this juncture is that I think there's a connection between Mr. Whittington's phone call and the murder. I feel his wife is the victim. I don't know why but,,,,”
    “You have a gut feeling.”
    “You could say that, yes.”
    Before she searched through the criminal records, she'd asked Paddy to phone Mr. Whittington and find out why he had called and, if possible, about any family he had of his own. The file under the name Whittington told her what she suspected was
    correct, and combined with what Paddy told her later on confirmed her suspicions about Mrs. Whittington being the murder victim!
    She thanked Paddy for his help and told him she had to see
    C. I. Clifton. As she was leaving the room, he was coming in and they walked into each other. They apologized. Lucille spoke first, “May I do the reconstruction Sir? I have all the
    information I need to do it.”
    “Yes. When do you want to do it?”
    “Tomorrow is Thursday, isn't it, so I'll do it then. After which, all will be revealed,” she smiled at him as she went back to her desk to pick her case up, “Cheerio. I'll see you both tomorrow.” She smiled and left.
    Lucille Easton took the last known movements of the victim. Calls came in alleging she was with the victim in a taxi, she was seen hitting Mrs. Whittington still other callers alleged, whilst others said that she had been seen dumping the body. Lucille groaned when she was told of these allegations. “I think I'd better tell you what I found out about the Whittington's, hadn't I?”
    She was sitting in front of the Chief Superintendent and C. I. Clifton as she spoke, I looked through the records for the name Whittington and found the one I was looking for. Before I go into that, I'll tell you what Paddy told me what
    Mr. Whittington told him yesterday,. He told Paddy during the conversation that he and his wife adopted a girl of ten from an orphanage. She was one of twins, apparently, and when the
    Whittington's adopted her they changed her name from Gertrude to Susie. The twins were born on the twenty-fifth of May nineteen fifty four in Essex. They needed special
    care, Everything about Susie fits with my start in life. Susie, I believe, is my twin, We were separated soon after birth because the couple who adopted me only wanted one child. I asked my parents about my twin and I. They had told me that I was one of twins and as they only wanted one child they adopted me. They told me that little Gertrude had been put into an orphanage until the age of ten. When a couple named
    Whittington adopted her they changed her name to Susie.” Lucille shifted in her chair
    as she leaned on the desk, “Now, I'm working on the assumption that seeing as I look
    like the person seen with Mrs. Whittington, it's just possible that Susie is my twin, and she's the one we are looking for.”
    “Supposition, surely?” Both men chimed.
    “No Sir, I don't think it is.” she countered, “This is where the file comes into its own.
    Susie Whittington has five assault charges against her, all of which were brought by her Mother. One of those assault charges resulted in a six-month prison sentence.”
    “Aha, that put things into perspective, but what does it prove?” C. I. Clifton asked.
    “Nothing. Not yet anyway, but you haven't heard the most interesting part yet – Susie
    Whittington was released on the day the murder took place, before it took place.”
    “So, what are you proposing to do now?”
    “Well, bring her out into the open then....” Lucille's voice trailed off as she thought of a plan of action.
    Both men asked in unison, “Okay, what's the plan?”
    She told them. It was simple but effective – not in the expected way, though.

    The following headline “DETECTIVE ARRESTED FOR LOCAL MURDER” appeared in
    every paper locally and nationally. The story was also on the TV news and radio. As Susie Whittington saw and heard the news on the TV she gloated over the fact that
    she wasn't under suspicion. She poured a glass of Gin and swallowed it down quickly following it with another. Susie resented the fact that she'd spent her formative years
    in an orphanage unloved and, all intents and purposes, unwanted by anyone. As a child she used to cry herself to sleep. She dreamed of the day when someone would come to the orphanage and choose her to be their own little girl to love and cherish. Meanwhile, she thought of her real Mother and wondered if she was alive or dead, if she wanted her or not, if so, why was she in the orphanage? The day Susie dreamed
    of came true when she was ten. She thought she had found a “real Mum and Dad” when the Whittington's came along wanting a child of their own. It was only when adoption had been finalized that she began to get bullied by her “Mum”. Often times, she was beaten black and blue if “Mum” was in a black mood, being left with cuts, bruises, and black eyes. On one occasion Susie was kicked several times then thrown
    across the room resulting in a broken arm and collar bone. “Mum” explained it away by saying that Susie had been riding her bike when she went into a wall. Susie vowed she would get even one day – she hadn't meant to do what she did, but she didn't feel much remorse
    Susie Whittington went to her Mother's funeral in order to see her Father. She wanted to explain why and how it happened. The Police were amongst the mourners.  Susie was in disguise so that no-one would recognise her. Her Father looked at her without recognition. Susie stopped him from leaving the graveside with the others
    saying that she had something to tell him something. When they were out of earshot she hugged him, crying on his shoulder, “Oh Dad, I'm sorry”
    He tried to push her away as he said, “YOU! Keep away. I don't want -.” Susie got his arm in a vice-like grip as she raised her voice, letting everyone know who she was by what she said, “You'll listen to me Dad. If you don't it'll be the last thing you refuse to do. You never did listen to me, did you, even when I tried to tell you that she was beating me up. She used to beat me when you weren't around. Often I nursed cuts,
    bruises, black eyes, cut lips. Remember the time I had a broken collar bone and arm, Dad, she told you that I'd ridden into a wall? Well, she did it. She kicked me and threw
    me across the room and I landed on the fender. I went to prison for assaulting her, but what happened to her for beating me? Nothing! You want to know why I did it?
    She broke my marriage up, I saw red and thumped her one. When I got out of prison, she was there to meet me. She was gloating. I tried to get away by getting into a taxi,
    but she got in as well. Even in the taxi she had to tell the driver I'd been in prison and she even told him why. Suddenly, I saw red and shouted at him to stop. I paid him and got out. She got   out as well. That was her fatal mistake. We had a blazing row and - “ her voice faltered as she choked back threatening tears, and it was then that I struck her face, knocking her down. It was then I saw the brick – I – I – picked it up and
    hit her again and again until – her face wasn't there any more. After that, things are hazy but I remember vaguely rolling her body out of sight and then making my way home.”
    “Oh Susie,” her Father wept for her, “I wish I'd listened -.”
    Susie interrupted him, “Shh, it's too late for that now. All I need to know is that you love me, that's all.”
    He could barely speak, “Susie – I – always – will. I -.”
    That was all Susie needed to hear. A smile spread across her face as she kissed him on the cheek. She looked up at the small crowd and looked at each person there. Her
    eyes met Lucille's, “You're a Policewoman, aren't you?”
    Lucille swallowed hard and blinked as tears welled up in her eyes. “Yes Susie.”
    Susie and Lucille gazed at each other for a couple of moments, both feeling hurt –each in their different ways and for different reasons. Susie walked toward Lucille,
    “I'm ready to come now that I've said what I need to say, and heard what I needed to hear. Don't put the cuffs on, please, I'm not going anywhere.” she looked at Lucille again, “She wanted me as an unpaid farm hand, you know, whilst Dad wanted me as a daughter to love and cherish.”
    Lucille hugged Susie as tears fell down the faces of both women, “Oh, if only we had never been separated.”
    Lucille then led Susie to the waiting Police Car.
  • Lucy411Lucy411 Member Posts: 74 Courageous
    JaneCambs said:
    @Lucy411 thank you for your kind words. I tend to write as a means to cope 

    No problem. I'm glad you're writing helps you but I hope you enjoy it too :smile:
  • LP004LP004 Member Posts: 25 Connected
    @JaneCams 

    Yes, writing is a great way to cope with most things.  
    I have also taken up knitting.  I never thought I would be able to do an Aran jacket although I purchased the pattern and the wool.  It took me about 8 years to finish it..  LOL,  After many tears (literally) and starting it, pulling it undone, starting again.  You get the picture.  When I moved to Staffordshire, my sister patiently taught me how to knit it.  With her help I managed to finish it in 18 months.  Seeing as I hadn't knitted anything for over 50 years, I reckon that's pretty good.
    Now I am knitting another jacket (not Aran) for the Autumn.  My brother in law asked me,  "Which Autumn?"  So I will show him that it is going to be this one.  LOL.
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