I Wouldn't Have the Walkers

By Marjorie Owen

That lonely future began in earnest when I was twenty years old; suddenly and quietly my father died. The day after his funeral I had a letter from a firm of solicitors, asking me to call on them. Vaguely I remembered their names; they’d been father’s solicitors in the old days, but I couldn’t imagine why they wanted to see me. There were only a few pounds in his bank, I’d saved more money out of my salary than he had. Anyway, I went, and to my utter stupefaction I was told there was 2,000 pounds to come to me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marjorie Owen
• Release date: Feb 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370702886

Marjorie Owen

My career has developed from my early days as a Professional Ballet Dancer and Teacher to working with children and adults with both physical and learning disabilities. In later years of my career, I have worked as a Movement and Educational Therapist in groups, one-on-one, and via the internet. The publication of my deceased mother-in-law's book has led me to develop further my writing experience. I am currently interviewing writers and authors on my blog. http://bookreaders-mumswritings.blogspot.com

Book preview

Smashwords ISBN: 9781370702886

Written by: Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen

Submitted By: D. Owen

Word Count: 6,995

Category: Romance

I WOULDN’T HAVE THE WALKERS

An only child is a lonely child, they say. It was true about me, but by my own choice. Before I started school, my dear parents made sure I didn’t feel the loss of brothers and sisters by spending all their time with me in my waking hours, especially my mother. I suppose we were well off by most standards and with plenty of help in the house she could devote all her attention to me. She taught me to read at a very early age and books became good friends as well. In many ways I think I must have been a very precocious little brat but they didn’t make the mistake of spoiling me rotten.

When I began school, though, things didn’t change. For one thing I was a day pupil where most of the girls were boarders and I didn’t make any particular friends there. All I wanted to do after school was over, was to get back home again. Then when I was twelve years old, my lovely life came to a crushing halt. We lost all our money! I never understood why but the consequences were awful. We had to sell our beautiful house, most of our furniture and mother’s jewellery, and I had to leave my expensive school. We moved into a horrible little rented flat and I went to an ordinary, secondary school. I hated it! I hated everything at that time and became sullen and resentful. The children at the school didn’t actively bully me and weren’t really unkind - they simply left me alone and that suited me fine. They called me a stuck-up snob, but never to my face - I think they were a little afraid of me because I was such an unknown quantity to them, a posh accent and no money to go with it. It didn’t make sense