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    Written in Dust
    Written in Dust
    Written in Dust
    Ebook53 pages37 minutes

    Written in Dust

    By Rachel Jones

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    A Halloween collection of short stories. This little book contains something for every grown up who still checks under the bed each night (just in case).
    Enjoy.
    Beware the moving parts.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRachel Jones
    Release dateOct 28, 2023
    ISBN9780645474640
    Written in Dust
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    Rachel Jones

    Rachel Jones, who loves sharing ideas, is a Google Certified Teacher interested in creativity and innovation in the classroom. She thrives on trying new things and engaging and empowering students. Her blog was a finalist in the 2013 EduBlog awards and was recommended by The Guardian as a must-read for 2014. Rachel is a regular blogger for The Huffington Post and a lively contributor on Twitter @rlj1981. She also curated Don't Change the Light Bulbs; a must-read anthology of mantras, lists, aphorisms, advice and activities from some of the UK's most switched-on educators.

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      Written in Dust - Rachel Jones

      Written in Dust

      By Rachel K Jones

      Copyright 2023 Rachel K Jones

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      Table of Contents

      Old Davey

      Fathers’ Day

      Portent Potential

      Mischief Night

      A Devil Set Aside

      About The Author

      Old Davey

      Old Davey’s story was written on his skin, available for all to read. The years had rubbed themselves far down into the grain and surface of the dermis. Ancient pain was etched into deep crevices that followed the line of his cheeks. They disappeared into the wattle at his throat like tributaries flowing in reverse. Leathery hands roughly scrubbed at sand filled eyes. It was as though life had sucked away any moisture from his body. He had been left, husk-like, a spinifex tumbleweed of the man he had once been.

      Where there had been muscle only bone and sinew remained. Held together purely by stubbornness and resolve. Pride and hope had long been cast into the salty breath of the winds careening across the bay.

      In younger days, he had thought the ocean a playmate. She had provided an ever-present opportunity for adventure. As he grew, he recognised that although She could be cruel, She was also plentiful. He had savoured many feasts from Her depths; silvery scaled and shelled delicacies that fed his bones giving him his sea legs. His limbs grew long as his heart kept a constant tempo. The pump’s regular beat marking his days and measuring his nights.

      Now, though, all he had were the stories written on his weathered skin. No one was left to remember Davey or his youthful exploits. No ink could be found on his body, but the artwork was vivid, nonetheless. The tales cut and pressed into his shrinking flesh.

      His gaze shifted to the sands that curved around the small bay. Their rippled surface shaped by the outgoing tide. Mountains and gorges carved in miniature; saltwater lakes held in their valleys. They existed only for a few hours, changing as the waters progressed and receded in their endless moon-driven cycle.

      Small birds strutted in the dips and dents, pausing only to probe an inquisitive beak into the soft, wet surface. He couldn’t identify them at this distance anymore. His brine-soaked eyes were too clouded with age to allow him the clear focus of his youth. He could see small white shapes that darted along the shoreline, but they remained unnamed.

      From his vantage point at the edge of the grassy dunes, he watched the sun skip along the water’s surface. The light brightened the gentle surf as it rolled onto the shore. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She looked magnificent when viewed from the wind-swept dunes. So calm, so

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