Over A Spitfire II The Sequel

By Sherrie Lowe

PLEASE DON'T READ THIS BOOK until you have read Over A Spitfire because it will spoil it completely!

We left Over A Spitfire with a death and a reunion. In this sequel the reincarnated character of Will decides that they would like to trace Will's family.

Has anyone done that before? What will Will's family think? Who is this crackpot knocking at our door? But knock at the door they do, metaphorically speaking and here unfolds a story of past connections and new relationships. A family saga with a difference – and what have the 1980s got in common with The Black Death and The Great Fire of London?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sherrie Lowe
• Release date: Oct 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386469810

Sherrie Lowe

I have been writing seriously since 1995/6 when I became ill with ME/CFS and had to resign from my job as learning support assistant in a mainstream high school. I had always had an idea I wanted to write a memoir since losing my mother to breast cancer two days before my 13th birthday, such a traumatic experience which has never left me but it felt cathartic to write about it.  Just before I became ill I was divorced and had two sons aged 14 and 11 so it was quite a difficult time bringing children up alone whilst being ill but we managed the three of us and now I am a nana too and it is wonderful. Writing has kept me sane through the isolation brought on by illness, so much time is spent alone. My normal life is non existent so it is good to remember what it was like through the lives of my characters.

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Books by this author

Memoirs

Shadow Across the sun

a memoir

Better or Dead

More memoirs

Novels

Song of the Phoenix

The Author, The Gardener and The Woman What Does

Angel Breaths

Over A Spitfire

Over A Spitfire II The Sequel

Whisper to Me

The Willows Dip series

A Lapse of Sanity

Book 1

After the Solstice

Book 2

The sequel

Free Flight

Book 3

A Treasure Lost

Book 4

Collections

The Journey

Just A Moment

Acknowledgements

My thanks go as always to Feedaread for a superb publication and for all of their help and patience both past and present, and to all other platforms for the digital format.

Author’s note

Whilst writing Over A Spitfire I had the idea that my character might want to go back further and meet their family from their past life. However I didn’t include it as I felt it would have made the story too complex, and I didn’t know where it would fit in.

Some weeks after publication I was watching a TV programme about reincarnation and that was indeed what people in it had done! They had traced the family from their past life. From there this sequel germinated and began to take root, so read on, further back into my character’s past.

Chapter 1

Winter 1984

Do you know what I sometimes wonder? Michael said to Ava as they sat at the table one evening after dinner.

What darling?

I wonder about my family in my past life, Will’s family.

I told you about them. What else do you want to know? I’ll see if I can answer it.

I want to know more than that. I want to go and see them. Do you think that might be possible? Do you have a contact number or an address?

Ava pondered. I don’t know if I do. The farm was in Shropshire somewhere. I only went twice, once on a visit with Will and once at her funeral. I don’t have a number but it was in a country lane. Hmm, what was it called? I can’t just remember but it might come back to me when I’m not consciously thinking about it. I wonder if Mum might remember? Her long term memory is better than her short now she’s pushing ninety. Leave it with me.

It was over a year since Henry’s death and Ava had sold their house – too many memories – and she and Michael had bought a smart, new four bedroomed detached house together. They’d both fallen in love with it but Ava had been particularly taken with the D shaped staircase. Michael, now wing commander in the RAF had been transferred to a squadron near Ava’s home once their relationship had been acknowledged by their families. That hadn’t been without its problems. When Ava’s and Michael’s feelings for each other had become known just short of twenty years earlier, it had come as a great shock, particularly to William, Ava’s son, who’d been best friends with Michael since infant’s school, and Ethel, Michael’s mother, who had been Ava’s closest friend from the same time. Of course the relationship couldn’t have continued. Ava was married to Henry and both worked hard to repair their marriage. Michael had married Lydia, a girl who worked in air traffic control at the same squadron as him. They’d had identical twin daughters, Louise, the eldest by half an hour, and Lena, both inheriting their mother’s titian hair, now sixteen and studying for their A levels, but although they had loved each other the marriage had broken up; they’d grown apart.

Michael, following a regression and discovering he’d been Wilhelmina Schmidt – Will – in a past life, Ava’s lover, had been drawn to Ava for as long as he’d known her in his present life.

‘Our souls are connected,’ she’d told him, ‘Will always said they were.’

The age difference of twenty six years, Michael now thirty eight, Ava sixty four, was no barrier. Both were fit, healthy and active, Michael in his prime, blond hair just showing a hint of silver at the temples, Ava having kept her figure and her blonde wavy hair, thanks to science, but their connection wasn’t just physical it was as Ava had said, the connection between them was spiritual. Their physical relationship was deeply satisfying, the reason being that their real link was on a higher level.

I wonder how many lifetimes we’ve lived together? she would often muse as they lay in their bed after making love. I wonder if we’ve chased each other through millennia and if we’ve always found each other?

It would be interesting to find out wouldn’t it but I wonder how far back regression would take us, if indeed we really need to have proof of some kind? I feel certain that we’ve had many lifetimes together. I wouldn’t think that regression would go back more than one life. You could always go I suppose but I don’t know how we’d know who I was before I was Will. It’s something to think about for the future maybe.

In time their families had accepted their connection so that after Henry’s death and a suitable amount of time had passed, no objections were raised to Ava and Michael moving in together. Many couples were beginning to cohabit. With divorce rates rising people were becoming disillusioned with marriage as an institute and if society didn’t approve then to Hell with it Michael said.

They had only moved into their detached house at the end of August and as the nights had begun to draw in they hadn’t had a lot of opportunities to get to know their neighbours. Those they had met had seemed friendly and as yet no-one had asked questions. Regent Grove was a select cul-de-sac in an upmarket area of the city with well manicured gardens and plenty of space – one of the neighbours owned a boat!

Shame I can’t fit a plane on the drive, Michael had laughed. All we’d need then would be a train enthusiast and we’d have trains ‘n’ boats ‘n’ planes.

Ava had laughed with him, remembering the 60s song, Michael’s era.

When Michael had gone to work the morning after their discussion Ava had set about tracking down Will’s half brothers John and Alan Jenkins. She knew it would be fruitless to search through the several address books she still hoarded from over the years; she was sure it wouldn’t be there. The telephone directory would be the best place to start, but would her local one cover as far away as Shropshire?

She went to fetch it and sat at their elegant dining table with it. The dining room looked out through a wide patio door, through the conservatory, a modern addition to some homes, over their neat lawn bordered by flowerbeds, that were looking a bit drab, it being the middle of December.

Her mind went back through time to her two visits to Will’s home: the quaint farmhouse,