The Flower and The Serpent will be released on 4th December 2019 and it’s currently available for pre-order.
Galley readers have described The Flower and The Serpent as…
“Creepy and wonderful”L.A
“Elements of #StrangerThings”Pete
“Darkly seductive tale of revenge, regret & ultimately redemption”Jon black
To whet your appetite, here is an extract of Chapter 1 of The Flower and The Serpent.
I hope you enjoy.
Monday 18th June 1992
Violet’s whole body hummed with leftover audition nerves.
‘I’m a dead cert,’ she said.
She was the first to climb aboard the empty number 458 bus but Holly and Lila were close behind. They followed the muddy footprints past the chubby lady bus driver as the wipers shrieked across the windshield and the rain slapped the windows. Violet wrinkled her nose. The bus reeked of soggy wool.
‘I can’t wait until tomorrow,’ Violet said as she slid into her regular seat halfway up the aisle. ‘When my name is on top of the list.’
‘You’re a shoo-in.’ Lila flopped into the seat in front of her. She turned and draped her skinny arm over the metal bar. ‘He’d be stupid not to cast you.’
The doors wheezed shut and the bus pulled out of the school and onto Beacon Hill Road. The midwinter sun had already disappeared behind Mount Wellington.
‘Angelika was alright, too.’ Holly squashed in next to Lila and sat backwards. ‘And the one with the curls. Rowan?’
Violet snorted and tossed her mousy hair. ‘Out. Out. Damned spot,’ she groaned in a monotone and snatched the last chip from the packet in Holly’s hand.
Holly pressed her lips together.
Lila giggled. ‘Maybe we’ll be cast as the witches. There’s three of them and three of us.’ She bounced in her seat. ‘We could get some props from your aunty, hey, Holly? Real witch supplies?’
Holly crushed the empty chip packet in her fist and turned away. But the late Hobart afternoon was as black as night and Violet could see Holly’s square-jawed scowl reflected in the window. Holly seemed to sulk a lot these days.
‘Witches? No way,’ Violet scoffed. ‘It’s Lady Macbeth or nothing.’
‘Of course, I’m an idiot. You’ll get the part for sure.’ Lila chewed her cuticles and shrugged. ‘I just thought it’d be fun. Us three. Together.’
Violet said nothing and neither did Holly.
‘Sorry.’ Lila playfully nudged Holly’s arm. ‘I didn’t mean it. The witch thing.’
Holly turned back to them with a sigh. ‘It’s not you.’ She squeezed the bridge of her nose. ‘This headache—’
‘What were you girls doing at the school?’ the curly-headed bus driver hollered.
Violet and her friends flinched. A pair of murky green eyes looked back at them through the rear vision mirror.
‘Holiday program,’ Lila called back.
‘All alone in that place during holidays?’ The bus driver raised an eyebrow. ‘They should never have built a school on that land. Or anything for that matter. Should have left it be.’
Violet rolled her eyes. ‘Everyone knows they purified it first, lady.’
‘The surety of youth,’ the bus driver chuckled. ‘I was once like you.’ Her voice was strange and lilting, she spoke with a musical accent Violet couldn’t place. ‘Life is not as it seems.’
Violet rotated a finger next to her temple and Lila stifled a giggle. Holly dipped her head to hide her eyes under her fringe.
‘You three are best friends?’
‘Totally.’ Lila grinned. ‘Ever since Grade Seven.’
Violet stared at her black eight-hole Doc Martens and chewed her lip. She noticed Holly didn’t say anything, either.
‘Women need to band together. Especially you three. You must look out for each other.’
‘What do you mean?’ Lila said. ‘Especially us?’
‘You three have challenges up ahead,’ the driver said.
Lila glanced at Holly and then Violet. ‘What does she mean?’
‘She probably means life stuff.’ Holly twirled a strand of dark brown hair around her finger. ‘Exams. Finishing school. Getting off this stupid island. I can’t wait.’
The bus driver went quiet. The tyres squelched on the wet road as the bus veered around the infamous hairpin bend and damp grey-green eucalyptus slapped on either side.
The three girls slid across the seats around the bend.
A few years ago in the late 1980s, a bus exactly like this one misjudged the turn and six lives were wiped out in a single mistake. Violet’s stomach clenched twice a day, five times a week, every time she passed the stone memorial on the way to school. The black and white photo of the bent wreckage was still vivid in her mind.
‘What challenges?’ asked Lila. She clutched at the metal bar until her knuckles were white.
The bus driver said nothing.
Violet rubbed her duffle coat sleeve against the fogged-up window and peered outside as the bus passed the small strip of local shops. First was The Three Torches, a cafe-bookshop run by Holly’s aunt. Then Terri’s Bakehouse where Violet worked Saturdays selling congealed yellow vanilla slices and the whitest of white bread. Then the dry cleaners and the shaman hairdressers with his multi-coloured Tibetan prayer flags and incense fluttering in the breeze, and finally the milk bar takeaway. Even through the glass, Violet could smell the old chip oil, the spicy Nag Champa and the astringent dry-cleaning fumes.
A figure in a raincoat with the hood pulled up stood at the kerb in the rain. Beside them, a muscular pointy-eared black dog strained at his leash. The person lifted a finger and pointed directly at the bus, directly through the window, directly at Violet. The face was a black shadow, no real face at all but somehow the hidden eyes bored straight into her, the gaze like an apple-corer.
With a gasp, she tore her gaze away from the window, her heart thumping.
‘What?’ said Lila.
‘Nothing,’ Violet muttered but when she turned back, the person was still there on the kerb, and still pointing. She shuddered. ‘Another loony.’
They travelled a few more blocks in silence, then the Beacon Hill Road straightened out after the weatherboard Scout Hall, the place for senior aerobics and Morris dancing. Her heartbeat settled as the man in the raincoat disappeared from view.
‘Three challenges for three friends,’ the bus driver continued. ‘I can see it clearly.’
The girls leaned forward in their seats.
‘What are you? Some kind of fortune teller?’ Lila said. ‘A psychic?’
Violet shoved Holly. ‘You know about all that stuff. Witchy poo.’
Holly poked out her tongue.
‘One of you will shine like a star,’ the bus driver proclaimed.
Violet shimmied in her seat. It was obviously her.
The driver went on. ‘One of you will invite darkness into her breast.’
‘Breast? That’d be you.’ Holly raised a dark eyebrow and prodded Violet in the boob. Violet swiped away her finger with a glare.
‘Darkness?’ Lila grimaced. ‘What do you mean? What does she mean?’
‘One of you will depart forever,’ the driver concluded.
‘Depart forever?’ Lila clawed at the metal bar between the seats. ‘That’s not good. That can’t be good.’
‘Excuse me, Miss.’ Holly raised her hand. ‘I don’t think this is appropriate—’
‘Death? Is she saying one of us is going to die?’ Lila wheezed.
‘What are you saying, lady?’ Violet squinted, projecting her voice up the empty bus. She loved how the power rippled up from her diaphragm when she used her breath in the right way. ‘Are you trying to scare us? Cos it’s not working.’
‘Ignore me if you like, girls,’ the bus driver said. ’It is your choice to listen. But you have been warned.’
‘One of us is going to die?’ Lila said with a crack in her voice. ‘How? When?’
‘There are powers in this world we cannot comprehend. You must beware.’
‘Today? Do we need to be careful today?’
The bus driver shifted her focus back to the road. Her face closed like a shutter.
‘You have to give us more information than that. You can’t just —’
But the woman behind the wheel didn’t respond. She didn’t even look their way. It was as though she’d never said a word.
‘Excuse me,’ Lila said and waved her arm. ‘Tell us more. Please.’
The bus driver kept her eyes on the road.
‘Why won’t she tell us?’ Lila chewed her finger, her eyes glazed.
‘Forget it,’ Violet snorted. ‘She’s just another nutbag.’
Violet wondered why Lila was so fazed, she’d lived around Beacon Hill her whole life and knew all the weird stories off by heart. She should be used to strange people by now.
The bus moaned to a stop. The back doors hissed open and a sharp slap of cold wind blew inside.
‘You have to tell us more.’ Lila scrambled up the aisle towards the driver’s seat, her canvas school bag clutched to her chest. ‘Who? Which one of us?’
‘Please,’ Lila whined.
Holly grabbed her by the elbow. ‘Leave it.’
‘She can’t just tell us someone is going to die and then say nothing else. She said beware. But what of?’ Lila raked her fingers through her home-dyed burgundy hair. ‘Do you think she cursed us?’
‘Come on. Let’s go.’ Violet headed towards the door.
Holly tugged at Lila’s sleeve. ‘Don’t get worked up about it. You know what you’re like. We’ll call the bus company tomorrow. Make a complaint.’
Lila sighed and followed Holly out into the wet air. Misty droplets dribbled down the graffiti-etched bus shelter.
‘Weirdo!’ Violet yelled out as the bus driver closed the concertina doors and the bus rumbled away. Violet pulled up her duffle coat hood as the red tail lights bled onto the wet road.
‘What if she’s right? One of us could die,’ Lila said. Raindrops brimmed on her eyelashes and she didn’t wipe them away.
‘Forget about it,’ Violet said. ‘Right, Holly?’
‘Well, I think we should tell someone,’ Holly said. ‘But maybe you’re right. Don’t think about it, Lila. It’s just some stupid joke. Nothing’s going to happen.’
‘It’s not very funny,’ Lila huffed. ‘And I have this strange —’
‘Well, I’m off. Lines to learn,’ Violet said with a smirk. ‘Lady Macbeth lines. See you tomorrow.’
‘With bells on,’ Lila said but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
‘To witness the grand unveiling of my name up on the board tomorrow,’ Violet said. ‘Violet Black as Lady Macbeth.’
With a wave, the three friends went their separate ways into the gloom. Violet wrapped her arms around herself as she trudged down Melaleuca Avenue, through the shadows and puddles, past the rows of empty brown brick-and-tile houses with double garages. There wasn’t another soul around.
Violet couldn’t wait until Friday night when she stepped out onto her stage and shone like a star.
Maybe there was some truth to the crazy bus driver’s words.
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