#cheshirenovelprizesnippetsLL First story lines of Long-listed unpublished manuscripts published on Cheshire Novel Prize Twitter as part of Long-list process.
“Where Cyclones Go to Die”: Literary Fiction
When I killed my father, it wasn’t personal. It was a public service. There was never any doubt it was the right thing to do.
One very important thing I learned from it—one very important thing it taught both of us—is how useful death is. He never bothered anyone again.
Thinking back—and I think my sister, Edie, would probably definitely at least privately agree—the claw-hammer-smashing-in of Our Father’s head was the kick-start to our very lucrative career in public service. Our career in sorting the unsortable. Justing the injusticed. Killing them bad-eggs that got away with it—and giving peace to those left behind.
Ding dong dell. Daddy’s in the well.
But before I go there, before I tell you how we sorted beautiful Alison’s killer— killers, really—Edie told me first of all I have to introduce my life. Just so you are in the picture, I suppose.
9:15 PM · Jun 6, 2023 4,358 Views Picture: Ernst Haeckel Trachomedusae
Far more palatable for the eyes. Definite resemblance, but.
