The Hand by J Taylor

Chapter 1

The last time I saw Amelia Dove was at a funeral (her brother's). After the funeral (and many trips to the shop to buy tissues), we went to my house for a cup of tea and a homemade cookie after she had calmed down.

She jumped up and said, “I really need to go home now!” “ Stay for the night please?!!” I yell and she turns around and says “ok”. “Great” I say and help her get her stuff in my front room.

My husband told me that the twins were asleep and he was going to hit the sack. We ate sweets and told each other stories and parts of our lives.

My life was as normal as everyone’s you know, but Amelia’s was different as a fairy tale. She settled down in her sleeping bag. “Tell me your life please,” I whispered. “Ok” she said.