In celebration of todays’s solstice Bridge part one will be free to download on kindle from tomorrow for five days.
Many thanks to Booktropolous for choosing me as one of their featured authors.
Bridge parts one and two are now top hits on searching ‘pagan utopia’ in Amazon kindle bookstore.
If you’ve missed the hype, read the type.
Bridge. A liminal threshold to Pagan Utopia or the deluded machination of a troubled mind.
WARNING. These novels might force you to think!
It was just good fortune that I had a morning meeting in Lincoln for the company I work for because it allowed me the privilege of finishing just after lunch and returning back to Barnsley Hospital to see my wife in the afternoon. The previous two days I had not made visiting until the evening slot after finishing my shift. Entering the hospital I took the stairs option of finding the fifth floor. The lifts always took an age to arrive and besides it was good exercise. Moving out from the stairwell of windows and steps I turned right and there it was, the Acute Stroke Ward. Sue was in the first room on the right, her own room since being admitted two days ago.
I had taken her to accident and emergency late Tuesday evening, eleven o’clock to be precise. She had experienced a couple of odd events for want of a better description.
Whilst upstairs in the bathroom she had blown her nose hard, she always did, even though I had told her not to, and in doing so had felt very nauseous and dizzy. Explaining this when she came back to the lounge she also said the fingers on her left hand were numb, like when you’ve been to the dentist and your lip is numb she described. I said it would probably be that she’d rested her arm on something and trapped a nerve and sure enough as we sat watching the television the sensation went away. But within another minute or so came another very odd experience. Very odd indeed!