the journey of a budding author


Weekly Writing Challenge: Easy As Pie

This post is a small section from a novel I am writing

As the boats approached the funeral isle of San Michele in the mist they could see the rosy-brick wall that surrounds the island and the shadowy shapes of cypress trees that loomed like giant guardians behind it. It looks like some walled country estate, thought Libby surprised, but the fields are rippling waves, for all the world as though it has been magically transported from the countryside by some great Gulliver and is now floating dreamily on the sea.