Jennifer Christine

Return to Sender - Part 17


Return to Sender


by jenniferchristine

Part 17

We all sat round the table and tried to make some sort of plans for the short term and some for more long term.

Susan came out with one that I hadn’t considered. “How long will I be around?”

Return to Sender - Part 15


Return to Sender

by Jennifer Christine

“Jibe Ho.” The boat swung hard to Port and the sail spat the wind and the boom smacked across. Suddenly we were going in the opposite direction. Just moments later I looked and Claymore had suddenly ripped to Port not quite jibing, but heading straight into the water we’d have been in. They WOULD have collided with us.

Return to Sender - Part 13

Return To Sender


By Jennifer Cristine

Part 13

I was sitting with my beautiful children one night watching TV the news was on and the major news for the day was the crazy price of fuel. I wondered why alternatives were still hard to find and inefficient.

*Molly? What’s happening with fossil fuel alternatives?* I asked into the ether.

Return to Sender - Part 12


Return to Sender



by Jennifer Christine

Part 12
I was restlessly turning in the night when Molly called.
*Helen, I’ve been doing some analysis of the changes that are in progress.*

*What changes Molly?* I sat up rubbing my face to get some circulation into it and wake me up properly. I glanced at the clock, 3.40am

Return to Sender - Part 11

Return to Sender
by jennifer Christine

Part 11

The next day I decided to expose the children to the rest of humanity and took them for a walk along Southbank. They wanted to practice flying, but I instilled on them the importance of appearing normal and they accepted for now it would be a strange thing to do if no one else could do it.

Return to Sender - Part 8

Return to Sender
by Jennifer Christine
Part 8

Moving on - Phase 2

The papers announced the war in Afghanistan was reaching a conclusion but also a stalemate.
It would be many years before the government could operate without the backing of the Western Allies and Pakistan was actually going downhill and creating a lot of mayhem.

Return to Sender - Part 6

Return to Sender
by Jennifer Christine
Part 6

My lack of familiarity with HTML codes has meant that some of the conversations with Molly may have been omitted — I’m going to check but it may be that I have to re submit the story _ I hope it hasn’t messed everything up!!

Return to Sender - Part 2

Return to Sender
Jennifer Christine
Part 2

There’s really no way to describe what happened next — it HURT.
I felt as if I was being wrung out like a washing rag, the pain started in my gut, moving to my head and what I was seeing seemed to fade to white.

Return to Sender - Part 1

Return to Sender
by Jennifer Christine
Part One

This is the initial part to set up the story, tell me if you like the style and I'll continue - there's no gender stuff in this part but it will become evident in the next few chapters
Enjoy

I sat there a little frustrated by the lack of movement.

Richard's Way - Part 1

Richard's Way
by Jennifer Christine
Part One

Part one.

I looked from Sarah to Ang and back. They were leaning forward like they were about to set off down a piste.
“Hey relax, will you? This is the long version, I’m going to use you guys as sounding boards now that you’re on ‘the inside’.” I wasn’t sure how to start, so I tried to be flippant.

Richard's Way - Part 0

Richard’s Way
Jennifer Christine
 
Prologue
 
As I flopped into the passenger seat I realised that my life sucked.
“Good day at school dear?” Mum intoned using that slightly patronizing voice that mum’s always seem to use on their children.

The Way Things Happen - Part 20 Conclusion

The Way Things Happen
Jennifer Christine
Chapter 20 Epilogue

Looking back from my verandah in Brisbane, it all seems so distant now.
After I got home everyone seemed glad to see me and I felt so loved.
Wendy and Carol wanted to spend a lot of time looking after me and trying to ‘get me off’ with some of the guys they’d met.

The Way Things Happen - Part 17

The Way Things Happen
The continuing story of Jenny Holland
By Jennifer Christine

This stuff tastes ghastly — like paint stripper — even watered down in a litre of water.

“Do I have to drink the whole litre?” I whined at mum.

The Way Things Happen - Part 16

The Way Things Happen
The Continuing Story of Jenny Holland

By Jennifer Christine

Zero — minus 1.

Laying there in the morning light listening to mum and dad gently sleeping I pondered my immediate future.

After today, I’d no longer be left with a foot in both camps. Or is that 6 inches in the middle?

The Way Things Happen - Part 14

The Way Things Happen
Jennifer Christine
The continuing story of Jennifer Holland

“Okay the luggage allowance is 14 kilos each.
I’ve got the bathroom scales here so when you’ve packed your bag, bring it down and well trim it up for size.. well weight anyway.” Mum harrumphed.

The Way Things Happen - Part 13

The Way Things Happen

Jennifer Christine
The continuing story of Jenny Holland

Part 13

The fact I was hurting numbed me slightly to the impending procedure.
Until I received in the post a large envelope marked with the clinic’s logo.
It was waiting for me when I got home the day after my appointment with Julie.

The Way Things Happen - Part 11

The Way Things Happen

Part 11
The continuing story of Jenny Holland

by Jennifer Christine

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When the bus pulled away I looked at the other girls and they looked a bit devastated but strangely happy.

The Way Things Happen - Part 10

The Way Things Happen
Part 10
Jennifer Christine

The continuing Story of Jenny Holland

Actually Forton Services was where we stopped for a comfort break, by which time I knew quite a lot about Paul that I’d never heard before.

The Way Things Happen - Part 9

The Way Things Happen
{Highlight to read} Part 9
Jennifer Christine

The continueing stroy of Jenny Holland

The show was really interesting and entrancing as stars and comets wheeled overhead — I certainly wasn’t going to fall asleep — it was too noisy for a start..

The Way Things Happen - Part 8

The Way Things Happen{Highlight to read} Part 8
By Jennifer Christine

Continueing the Jenny Holland Story

The next few days felt like travelling through a tunnel, both more and less sensational. If one sense was flooded another was diminished. Not enough energy to go round.

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