Notes
Before knowing only the shrieks of scavengers, Frances once knew blackbirds. They would sing from the wet stone wall at the end of the garden, between the rosebed and the moors, their calls so reliable that Frances soon ceased to notice them (like the hum of a water in radiators, or the ticking of a clock).
Before she must hurt and steal from others, it is important that we forgive Frances; she'll soon lose all she's ever known.
We meet our heroine on a morning chorused by blackbirds.
3 comments on Rooks
roxyaedoo January 31, 2016
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It's all I have to say. Thank you.
⃠efflourescent January 31, 2016
@roxyaedoo !!!! My pleasure, love! thank you for listening :-)
⃠illfayted January 14, 2016
I occasionally see intriguing and beautiful descriptions like this on 8tracks and wonder if they're from a story I should know, something published, or fanfiction, but they're impossible to find and I'm usually to embarrassed to ask. But this time I can't resist. Rooks?
⃠efflourescent January 31, 2016
@illfayted @illfayted Such a compliment! Thank you so much. 'Rooks' is the working title for the first draft of a book I've been writing on and off for about a year (Frances meets a rook in a dark forest under the earth, and they have to find their way out together, etc etc.). A little bit of paperback Gothic pulp, just for fun :) Thank you for being curious!! Hope you enjoyed the playlist xxx
⃠nitingarg May 24, 2014
Some lovely picks from soundtracks there.
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