The Bequest – excerpt

Emmie Monks lived in a tenanted mid terrace two bedroom house with her son and a broken heart. One minute life flowed along without a care in the world and the next things changed.

The love of her short life cycling to work, taking the healthy option and reducing a carbon footprint by ditching the car. Exercise, healthy eating, Sunday league football and on the career ladder to becoming a solicitor of some note.

You don’t plan for long vehicles sliding past too fast, too close with a pothole in the cycling lane deep enough to jack knife the front wheel sending it’s former rider crashing into the rear of the truck.

The road was closed most of the day whilst traffic police did their thing and paramedics collected up what was left into a body bag. An inquest concluded the driver to be not guilty of dangerous driving and the Local Council at fault for not repairing a known pothole. One that had been marked for repair for just over two months.

For Emmie this process went on through a haze of nothing. An event going on at the end of a very long tunnel in someone else’s reality. Couldn’t be hers. She was married to John. They had a five year old called Callum and were on the property ladder. Life was good, better than good, immense in fact. How could it be anything to do with her?

Except it was. One minute washing up after breakfast, the kiss goodbye as he got on his bike, getting ready for school and the next. A knock on the door from a policewoman and someone else. Some liaison officer responsible for victim support. Emmie remembered very little about the rest of that day, or the next few weeks thank you very much.

The day she reemerged is where we join her tale.

“Hello Mrs Monks, good to see you again.”

“Thank you Dr Whitaker.” Always polite, a habit picked up from an all girls school.

“And how are we today?” he continued.

“Much better thank you. I have a part time job now as a receptionist in my sons school, which solves childcare, and stupid hours defined by holidays.”

“And you feel good with that? No benign guilt or emotions not quite sitting right?”

“As good as it can be given the circumstances. But life goes on. I don’t really have a choice in that do I?”

“That’s the spirit. Give it a few more weeks and we can start reducing your medication and get you back on an even keel. You’ll be back to yourself before too long. A shade sadder yes, but definitely on the mend. Am I right?”

You always are, you always are. She settled with “Hopefully yes,” got up, thanked him and took her leave of the surgery.


Rain skewed sideways driven by a cold easterly wind. To Emmie it rained most days, or seemed to since the accident. Murder. She could never call it an accident. A collusion of neglect. A road hole the council neglected to fix, a lorry travelling slightly too fast and a stupid husband wanting to be fit. Well, maybe not the last one, even if it was a stupid idea. The rest was just down to people. Murder.

She entered the local sports store. Well, not really a sports store, more an outdoor pursuits one. Angling and shooting replaced fitness equipment and football shirts.

As ever Charles Bernard Grainger, president of the Compton Gun Club, stood behind the counter. “Good morning Ms Monks. The usual or are you back in full training now?”

Emmie smiled through a grimace. “Not quite but a box of sevens should let me get a few rounds in over the next week or so.”

“Good for you. The regionals are coming up soon and you’re the best shot amongst the ladies team for certain.”

The smile continued, but she let the grimace go. She pulled out her debit card.

“Formalities, we must maintain formalities Ms Monks.”

“Of course” she replied handing over her firearms license. “See you up the club on Saturday.”

Ten minutes later she was sat in her car, still on meds, still wearing the public face but now carrying sufficient shotgun cartridges to do some damage. Not that she would, but it did dance at the back of her mind along with a word. Murder.

© G Jefferies and Fictionisfood, 2016. All rights reserved.

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    1. Ha-ha, thus far it’s hiding amidst 60,000 words in a first draft short of four or five chapters.

      Thank you for reading once more Jennifer 😊

        1. And there was me thinking the ones I’ve put up were the calmer bits!!! Mind you, I don’t just write horror 🙂

            1. I tend to categorise my writing as horror, supernatural, paranormal and psychological thriller although aspects seem to touch on YA in the sense that some protagonists are school ages. Suspense would fit into the psychological thrillers including the book I’m trying to get published now. That one is so different from what’s on here I’m a bit nervous of how it might be received. That said I think there are a couple of short snippets deep in the blog roll!

    1. Ahh, but being horror…it might not be quite in the way you expect 😉 I’ve already written Emmie to conclusion, but can’t possibly reveal the outcome here 🙂

      Thank you so much x

    1. Ha-Ha, I think there are probably a few more bits and pieces knocking about that I’ve forgotten I put up. This is part of my current book which has been long in production. The twisty end bit, as you so nicely put it, is something I do in most chapter ends to try and hook readers into wanting to start the next one lol. This young lady has already been written up too 🙂

      Thank you for spotting it was unread and dropping in x

    1. Thank you Shelley, coming from you that means a lot 😊
      Your spotlight is almost done…it got usurped by a short vacation and a lead in with loads to do lol

        1. Agreed lol. Except it takes ages to catch back up again!! And the huge downside of realising I love holidays and need MORE 😱

    1. Very kind Esme; I just hope these aren’t like trailers in that they are the “best” bits !! I always get antsy when my writing proper is put up for feedback. I need to get a better thinking strategy!! Oh, and I’ve been away for a week or so; hence the reduced presence 🙂

        1. Thank you Esme, and yes, it really recharged the internal batteries…well apart from wanting another holiday lol. It gave me time to pause and sort out the growing list of posts and blog related things I need to prioritise. Hopefully might even catch up again lol

    1. Thank you Noelle; Just a few more chapters to write on this one now. It seems to have taken an age to get done, but I rather feel the end is finally in sight 🙂

      1. Ah, brilliant. Tell me about, I’m still editing. I feel like it will never end, even though I’m making progress

        1. Have to say drediting is not my favourite task, but I do have a system now that works for me. It can be a soul destroying task, or a wonderful one when things start taking the shape the first draft hinted at. I have every confidence you will soon get it finished too 😊

            1. My pleasure and like everything, you have to do the dull learning curve before it all clicks and becomes easier 😊

    1. Thank you Ritu 🙂 And, um…I know what she does as it happens because I’ve written past that part…I think; at least it seems extremely clear in my head at least. Hmm, pretty sure I have…blast must re-read it again now lol

      1. Lol!!! I’m constantly writing then having to backtrack at the moment I write in the moment then forget what I’d said previously!

        1. Do we call those senior moments and age related amnesia? I have exactly the same problem…especially with names and dates lol.

  1. Who of us dread that knock on our door? Everyone I bet and for Emmie… it came. It turned her life upside down and inside out and left Emmie thinking of a word that danced at the back of her mind – Murder!

    Again, well written, flowed well and the dialogue bewteen Dr and patient (Emmie) is well done. We all behave like that at the Dr’s. Think one thing yet speak a different answer afraid of what the diagnosis will be.

    I liked this and again, I want to know more 🙂

    1. Two in one day lol. Yes, autobiographical (Novakovich in action) moment re Dr and patient. Someone said she should be angrier. I have her as numb and ticking waiting to explode. The hints are there. Well I think they are ??

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