Wobbly

Iris lived a blissful life in an idyllic village, until the day her sister disappeared. Her quest to find her sister led her to cross the line. Then, there was no turning back. Life became wobbly, and the only way to balance was to learn on the move. Read on to find out what Iris discovered as she wobbled over to the other side of The Boundary.

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Wobbly is also available in Kindle and hard copy editions on Amazon.

Sample Text from Wobbly

Iris sat looking out of the window, a tear glistening on each rosy cheek. Her thick dark curls cascaded down to her shoulders hovering like dark clouds about her gloomy face. It had always upset her to hear Mom and Dad fighting, but last night was worse than usual.

She wondered if any of it was her fault. Or is it all because of Tempy? she mused, pulling her thick dark eyebrows together into a pensive frown. Would she ever see her beloved sister again? Where could Tempy be? Had she been kidnapped, or was she dead? So many questions, but no answers. At first, Iris had wondered if Tempy might have just got lost, or perhaps run away, but after so long, that seemed unlikely.

Iris dabbed her dark brown eyes, with her orange scarf and sighed. Usually, she loved Saturdays. It was the one day of the week she was left to her own devices, free to indulge her inquisitive and restless mind, flitting from one curiosity to the next. But today, she just felt sad. Everything is falling apart, she thought.

Iris blinked, as the morning light filtered in through the fine netting covering the cottage window. She

could feel the warmth of the sun on her honey colored skin contrasting the chill in the air. In spite of her sadness, Iris noted that it was going to be a fine day. The sky was azure, without a cloud in sight. Iris stepped out hoping the cool breeze would cheer her up. As she breathed in the crisp morning air, she had a sudden but intense feeling that Tempy had returned.

“Tempy,” Iris called out, but nothing happened. She searched the shed, and all the hiding places Tempy had used, like inside a clump of trees behind the haystacks and even inside the little hen house. She was about to give up and go back home, when she heard a rustling sound in the hedges around the cottage grounds.

The hedges were too short to hide Tempy, but as she approached them, Iris felt certain Tempy was close by.

She cupped her ears listening carefully for the sound to repeat, so she could figure out the direction of its source. This time, the sound was accompanied by a whine, and it was coming from her left. Puzzled, Iris walked over to the source of the sound and peered over the hedge. What she saw there, astonished her.

It was Toto, the stray mongrel that Tempy had adopted a few months before she had disappeared. He used to follow Tempy everywhere. No one had seen Toto since the day Tempy had vanished, and now here he was! No wonder Iris had felt so sure Tempy was back. It was Toto’s doggy smell she had recognized in the morning breeze.