NaNoWriMo extract: Dangerous Lies of Blue-eyed Boys

Every November, writers around the world take part in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), in which they are expected to write 50,000 words in just 30 days.

The BBC News Magazine is publishing extracts from participants. Here is an unedited extract from Joy Salisbury's Dangerous lies of Blue-eyed Boys.

Winciette closed the door on the last of the guests just as the early morning light broke through the night. A double celebration: a house-warming as she moved her raggle-taggle family into this wonderful house with its lawn and its trees sweeping down to the sea; and Danny's safe return from inter-railing through Europe.

She pulled at a scrap of wall-paper ragged by the door. A wide strip came off, the plaster behind grey and soft.

The moment she had walked in through the door of this old house she had seen its beauty. Despite, or because of, the peeling walls and the black mould around the window frames she had fallen in love with it.

The resigned boredom of the estate agent showing her around had moved to cautious optimism as she brushed her hands along its walls, and moved from room to room, not speaking, just stopping from time to time to gaze through the huge windows and their view out over Widegate Bay.

The town was in easy reach but far enough away for the madding crowds to not be too evident. Winciette had often run past the house from her bungalow further along the coast, but had never noticed it as it nestled amongst the trees in its garden.

Pannonica came along the hall holding out a mug of steaming tea.

'Thought you might like this.' she said. 'Danny's just throwing plates and crap into black bags, then we thought we'd go for a walk down to the beach to watch the sunrise. Do you want to come?'

'Wonderful idea. The tea and the walk.' She took the mug from Pannonica and handed her the strip of wall-paper. 'Now the party is over we can get on with sorting out the house. See what Danny thinks. I've hardly had a chance to talk to him since he got back.'

Pannonica studied the scrap of paper in her hand. 'It's going to be alright isn't it?' She crushed the paper into a ball. 'I'll put this in the rubbish. We all deserve a second chance at life.'

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