This is what I wrote last week, excited to share. Unfortunately, life has stepped in and I don't have the time or the energy to continue writing right this moment.
Book One: Winter
“I know,” Amelia nodded to the empty chair beside her. “Dorothy said that she had tricked another person to join.”
Melinda looked around with uncertain eyes as she sank into the chair.
The group of mostly grandmothers were positioned in a circle around a coffee table where there were several copies of the same book piled. Separating the group from the rest of the library were tall shelves that boxed around them on three sides, with little gaps to walk through, and a wall of glass facing out onto the garden.
Amelia smiled at Melinda. “You are the first person under the pension age to join for a while. How old are you?”
“Seventeen. I go to the public high school. What school do you go to?”
“I’m at university studying a bachelor of science.” Answering the blank stare with, “I’m twenty-one.”
“Wow, you don’t look it.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?” she arched an eye brow high and judgingly.
“Um, a compliment. You still look like you’re in high school.”
“Ugh, that was a horrible time of my life.” Amelia tilted her head to the side. “Enough about me; what brings you to our little town?”
“My mum moved us all here.”
“And she does?” Amelia queried.
“She has an online business.” Melinda frowned. “I’m sorry, but I feel like we have met before.”
Amelia leaned backwards. “Not in this lifetime.”
“Maybe in a past life,” the teen smiled.
“If you believe in that sort of thing.”
“What part of bachelor of science didn’t you understand?” Amelia knew she was being bitchy and she loved it. Why should she have to act nice and friendly with anyone? They then expected it at all times, and that was a hard act to keep up; unlike being a bitch. “I’m an atheist, and since the conversation has come up all of a sudden; what religion are you?”
“Agnostic,” without hesitating, Melinda replied. “It’s complicated for my family.”
“Okay. But you believe in past lives?”
“Yes... among other things. I’m really confused, there’s something so familiar about you...”
Creepy, Amelia thought, this kid really needs to get out more. Book club is not the place for her. Maybe with kids her own age... or in an insane asylum. “Let’s get this conversation back to normal. Have you got any hobbies?”
A loud cough caught Amelia’s attention, making her turn to look at Dorothy, their elderly queen bee of the book club. “Amelia Tempelton, I should’ve known you would be the one holding us up.”
“Of course, Dorothy. Would you expect anything less of me?” Amelia smiled charmingly at her elder.
“Be careful Melinda, this one will lead you astray.”
“Never,” Amelia countered. “I get lost too easily to have someone follow me.”