Short story. Literary fiction. Nelly McBride lives at the foot of a mountain. She likes to watch the gliders soaring along the ridge. When life is too complicated, she flies away.
Outside, there were more gliders than Nelly had ever seen before. She put her head back and turned slowly, counting. ‘What are they doing up there?’ asked Siona, squinting. She watched Nelly, turning. ‘You’ll get dizzy, Nel!’ ‘Look, Sio. Those ones are going away from the mountain. Look!’ ‘Where are they going?’ ‘I don’t know.’
Bev Spicer has been writing full-time for eight years, from her crumbly Charentaise house in France. In a past life she gained a degree in English and French Literature (Keele University) and a PGCE in English methods (Queens' College, Cambridge).
She has lived in Bridgnorth, Cambridge, Rethymnon (Crete), Mahe (Seychelles), and now lives in Charente Maritime with her husband and youngest son. The next place she wants to explore is probably Spain. Her husband is very tolerant, and secretly enjoys chaos.
Bev has been a teacher, blackjack dealer for Playboy, examiner for Cambridge ESOL, secretary (various sorts - most boringly 'legal'), lecturer at Anglia Ruskin University, and a Sunday checkout girl for Tesco (who allowed her to deliver surplus bakery products to the homeless – ‘every little helps’).
She loves people, reading, writing, speaking French, astronomy (quantum theory addict), gardening, travelling, and hates housework, cooking, drizzle and honey.
Bev publishes under the name Bev Spicer for her lighter books and B. A. Spicer for more literary work.