The Day Between Wednesday and Thursday: Tales of Reading Road, #1

By Kevan Kenneth Bowkett

"I never have enough TIME!" cried Catton's father. 

 

In pursuit of something he desires very much, a young boy learns that Time may be not just taken from us—but also gifted to us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sixth Planet Productions
• Release date: May 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223970842

Kevan Kenneth Bowkett

Kevan Kenneth Bowkett is a Winnipeg writer and researcher. His writing has ranged from an International Convention on the Evaluation of New Technologies to poetry to Elizabethanesque drama in Time’s Fancy: The War of King Henry V and Joan of Arc. He’s also done door-to-door sales, built and slept in an igloo, and run for Parliament. .......... To sign up for Kevan's e-newsletter to keep in touch with his new books, productions, and other projects, please go to http://eepurl.com/g1dX6z

Book preview

There is a door between Wednesday and Thursday.

It’s a visible door; it opens in the region of midnight and stays visible for about a minute, and it leads to a whole day. A whole day between Wednesday and Thursday.

And one of the wonderful things about the secret day this door leads to is that during it you can get things done as if you had twenty-four hours for them. In fact you do have twenty-four hours for them. But you don’t age at all. Your age leaps directly from Wednesday to Thursday.

But people almost never notice the door.

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In the city of Winnipeg, in one of the two ramshackle houses that were left on Reading Street, there lived a six-year-old boy named Catton and his musician father, Hargreave.

Hargreave hoped to submit a song to a competition. If he won, he would gain a lot of money and, more important, people would hear his music and his name would become known. But he was so busy with work (he worked in a grocery store) and with looking after the house and Catton, he doubted he would have time to compose and record a demo track for the competition. It took him time to compose music.

"I never have enough time!" cried Catton’s dad once when he was doing the dishes.

As the deadline for the competition approached Hargreave became more gruff with everybody, including Catton, because he was unhappy. As a result Catton began to spend more time thinking about his mother and wishing she was alive. That is, he tried to think about her, but he only had one sliver of memory of her. This was a memory of the sight and