Bren's Books
Bren is author of several books all of which she has illustrated herself and which have sold internationally. Some of these titles are available both in paperback and kindle versions on Amazon.
Almost
three months after Mike’s death, I met Graham, he was nineteen. With me at only
thirteen and three quarters, he was really much too old for me. But at that age
the three quarters is very important, as it makes you feel a lot older. Graham
was a bit too clean and geeky looking for my normal taste. Although he was
nothing like Mike, he seemed nice enough. We would often walk to Hampstead
Heath, grab a cappuccino in the Italian coffee bar and then walk back. We
walked a lot. Looking back, I don’t think he liked spending his money. I was
still very naïve, as Mike had been a perfect gentleman and we never went
further than kissing.
One day
while walking somewhere, Graham asked me if I had any French letters, I
presumed he meant letters from France and replied.
“No, but I have loads from my
penfriend in Malaya.”
He must have thought I cracked a
joke, because he laughed. It wasn’t until a couple of years later, that I found
out what the French letters he referred to actually were.
We had
been seeing each other for about three weeks and were walking in the direction
of Harrow Road, when Graham told me he had forgotten his cigarette lighter. I said
it wasn’t a problem because I had mine, but he insisted that he wanted to go
home for his. Thinking it was a bit odd, I felt a little unsure. But when he
told me his mum or dad would probably answer the door, I agreed to walk back to
his flat; after all it wasn’t far out of our way.
Bren felt quite uneasy, as they climbed the
stairs to the fifth floor of the Queens Park tower block. Something was
troubling her, but she didn’t know what; thinking she was probably nervous
about meeting Graham’s parents, she kept going. When he knocked on the door of
his flat and his friend Brian answered, alarm bells rang.
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