Bess’s Magical Garden

I have been back to work this week on revising my book.  Here is a bit from my a historical middle grade book. I am going to be getting good at rewriting.

Bess’s Magical Garden

Bess woke up late with the sun streaming through the window, bathing the room with sunshine. She yawned and stretche, as she looked around the room with a window seat in the bay window. They got here late last night. It had been a trying few months for Bess. She had worked hard at her physical therapy, but still had to wear a brace and use a crutch.

A few minutes later Mom breezed into the room saying, “Rise and shine, my dear.”

“Don’t want to,” Bess grumbled, raising her hand to brush her tousled, reddish, blond hair out of her eyes.

Mom smiled saying, “Would you like breakfast in the garden adn then do some sight seeing?” She walked gracefully to the closet to get out clean cloths, leaving the scent of jasmin behind her.

Can’t we have breakfast here?” Bess asked, sleeply. What was Mom thinking, and didn’t she know it was too difficult? Megan always dropped in before school, and thhey had breakfast together. It wasn’t fair that Mom wanted to move.

“Get up and get dressed,” Mom said firmly. “Won’t it be fun decoraating your room?” There will be all kinds of fun things to do this summer.”

“What is the point? There isn’t anything to do without Megan,” Bess grumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

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About mhembroff

I am a graduate student from Ashworth college. I am an artist and belong to a local art club. I am a member of The Writers Guild of Alberta, fighting book worm in the write4kids cbic clubhouse and member of The SCBWI and attend local workshops whenever I can.
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One Response to Bess’s Magical Garden

  1. nelle says:

    Nice compact story, from lament to light, quickly. 🙂

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