Robert Carey, aged eight
Part 2 of a short story series about the young Robert Carey - and in case you don't already have it, you can get part 1 as well, A Pest of a Boy.
I rushed out of the house this evening after logging onto Google and seeing the google doodle of the full lunar eclipse. I\’ve seen a lunar eclipse a couple of times and it\’s eery how the moon turns to blood. Must have been terrifying in the days when everyone thought the Moon was a maiden-goddess.
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Naturally, I was followed by an excited dog, all ready to do some traditional howling at the moon. I looked up and…
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No dice. This is Cornwall in the summer. There\’s far too much cloud to see anything at all. Holly the dog trotted back inside again. What was all the excitement? Doesn\’t Packlady know that the spare-rib bones are on the counter not outside?