David is the winner of Vol 3 – 32. Follow him on Twitter and on his blog.
David was an army map maker and intelligence analyst who now works as a full time proposal writer. This means he spends a lot more time deleting words than writing them. He still produces maps as a hobby, but has spent the last twelve months working on a manuscript that was shelved ten years ago.
Demon Bound is David’s first YA fantasy adventure which has been hammered, sliced, chopped and polished over the last year. Now that it’s almost ready, he is now actively seeking an agent to help it find an audience.
Vol 3 – 32: Five Cerulean Flowers Under a Dandelion Sun
The sky is blue. I drew it myself at the top of the page, next to the yellow sun.
“And who is this?” Mrs Reynolds asks, pointing to the dog.
I tell her, wondering if I should have made it browner. Do dogs have feet like that?
“And is this you?”
I nod. Clearly it’s me. Yellow hair.
“So this is Mummy?” Pointing to the person next to me.
She’s smart, Mrs Reynolds.
Her finger drifts over to the house. Pink walls. Smoke curling from the chimney.
“And who is this, looking out of the upstairs window?”
It’s like that feeling you get when you lose mummy at the supermarket and they have to say your name over the big speaker. I look at the face in the window and it makes my chest hurt.
But I don’t let it show. I know what Mummy says. I know what Daddy says. We love Daddy. Daddy loves us.
“Is it Daddy?”
I nod again. The blue crayon is still in my hand, so I make flowers on the front grass.
“Those are pretty flowers.”
I draw five, because she’s not pointing at the window any more.
I can still feel him though; watching me plant the little blue petals. He’s in my room. Looking out.
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