Today our WFP group met and we shared a variety of pieces from prose to poetry, from autobiographical to fiction.
We had pieces based on Secrets and Rainy Days and brought a very varied approach to each subject.

We have selected one of our stories so you can be impressed by the standard of the pieces produced by our group.
This  is ‘Secrets’ by Pam Skelton

My dear, dear Linnie,

I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier. I know you will now feel hurt and angry that it seems I didn’t trust you!  But what could you have done?

We have had a wonderful four months, haven’t we? I can’t help smiling to myself when I think over those days, so precious, as I realised this day was coming.
No, I cannot think that I did wrong in keeping you in ignorance and by the time you read this,  it will all be over well most of it.

I’ve been looking over the photos. So many.!! What a marvellous thing as a smart phone I think I have 50 from Maddie’s birthday alone.!! Wasn’t that marvellous! Six years old – and three weeks of course.  Will she remember her grandma,  I wonder?  Do I want her to?? I don’t want her to be sad ever again.

And the fun we all had making her birthday cake. The mess.!! But I noticed a wariness in Jack as he looked around the kitchen, could almost hear him thinking “What if he comes back?”  Well, by now you’ll know there’s no danger; he will never come back, no more fear.

It was when I heard on the news that “they” were going to be clearing the quarry pond that I realise my crime would be discovered. Nowhere is safe from the fly tippers!!

Anyway you can show this letter to the police – once the body is identified, they will come to you.

How did I get him to the quarry?? in Auntie Pat’s old wheelchair.  I made sure some days before that it was working well. Pushing it down the track I did think it would’ve been good to have help

Of course, I made sure he was sitting in in it before he died,  I could never have managed otherwise!

Yes, I have committed a crime but was it a sin ?  That question bothers me a bit. And yet  – I had to defend you – he had declared war on you – I had no choice.

But what I am going to do now, I have no doubt is a sin. But it means that without a trial the case will only be a nine day wonder and you could relocate when the fuss has died down.

So now I’ll say goodbye, my dear, dear child. You, Jack and Maddie have all my love.; be happy.

With love, Mum