FRIDAY FREEBITS - MARGARET TANNER - FALSELY ACCUSED

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FALSELY ACCUSED

I’m going to see if they’ll let me speak with the surgeon,” Maryanne said.

“What’s the use, I’m going to die.” Libby started retching again.

“No you aren’t. Remember our pact. We will survive. Come on.” She took hold of the Irish girl’s hand. “Repeat after me. We will survive. We will survive.”

“Oh God, not feeling like this I won’t.”

“You will.”

Puddles of vomit squelched under Maryanne’s feet. The ship pitched and swayed even more dramatically, so as not to lose her footing, she grabbed on to the berths and edged along sideways. Fortunately, they were fairly close to the hatchway otherwise she never would have made it.

“Guard, are you there?” she yelled.

 

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FRIDAY FREEBITS - MARGARET TANNER - FALSELY ACCUSED

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FALSELY ACCUSED:

I’m not hungry.”

“You soon will be. This is a feast compared to what you get on the prison hulks.” Libby pulled two coarse looking biscuits out of her pocket and Maryanne forced herself to nibble on one.

“Where did you get these from?” she asked the Irish girl.

“A friend.”

“How?”

“I bought them, along with a few other things. You can buy extras if you’ve got coin in your pocket.” Libby gave a mirthless laugh. “I’ve got nothing left now; I’ve been here eight months.”

“Eight months, and you’re still waiting for a ship?” Maryanne wondered fearfully how long she would be able to survive in this dreadful, disease-ridden place.

“Yes, when my coin ran out, I bartered the only other thing I possessed. I mean to survive, no matter what I have to do.”

“I’ve got nothing to barter with. All I possess is this old rag I’m wearing.” Maryanne glanced down at the filthy black taffeta gown she had worn for weeks. No wonder she felt so dirty and degraded.

“I know. That’s why I felt sorry for you when they dumped you off here, you had absolutely nothing. Most of us carried something when we came in, even if it was just a bundle of rags.”

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FALSELY ACCUSED

“Thou shall not commit adultery.”

The nausea rising up in Maryanne’s mouth soured her stomach as her father, the Reverend Silas Watson, pounded on the pulpit with a clenched fist.

“The evils of the flesh, the wantonness of women in a world tainted by debauchery. The time has come for us, the chosen of God, to purge and cleanse ourselves of such evil. Mark my words, the wrath of the Lord is upon us, and our day of reckoning is nigh,” he ranted.

Maryanne wanted to get up and denounce him as a fiend. Only the threat of what Fiona might have to endure later stopped her. There wasn’t a God. No God would allow such depravity to go unpunished.

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Margaret

FRIDAY FREEBITS - MARGARET TANNER WW1 CENTENARY COLLECTION

THE LOVES WE LEFT BEHIND - WORLD WAR 1, CENTENARY COLLECTION – MARGARET TANNER

For my Friday Freebits I thought I would give you the introduction to this special collection of 3 novels all set during World War 1, to mark the centenary of the start of this terrible conflict.

MY INTRODUCTION

Stories of my family’s involvement in the 1^st World War fired my interest, and after having access to a relative’s diary, it became a passion with me. I read as many books as I could about this terrible conflict then visited the battlefields in France and Belgium.

One of my relatives died of wounds in the military hospital in Rouen, France in 1917. He was a married man in his thirties, who felt duty bound to fight for the Empire. He left a wife and two small children behind. Another relative was only twenty one when he died in the Turkish campaign on Gallipoli in 1915. He was a young adventurer who wanted to see the world.

I wanted to write about what it would have been like for the wives and sweethearts of men like these.  How did they cope if their man came home wounded? Or if he didn’t come home at all? Could they find happiness a second time around?

To mark the centenary of the start of the 1^st World War, I thought it an appropriate time to draw attention not only to the brave men who fought, but the loyal women who faced hardship and loss at home.

Red poppies growing in Flanders mud

Nurtured by a soldier’s blood.

 

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