On
2nd November, we read out our entries for the annual
Catherine
Cookson Cup. This
year, our judge is Sarah O'Halloran, talent scout with the Madeleine
Milburn Literary Agency,
and
everyone had really pulled out the stops. There was a dazzling array
of genres, styles and characters. There was a granny who had left the
narrator a mysterious heirloom, an old dear who'd decided gambling
might be a solution to her money problems, an Italian contessa, whose
survival depended on the efforts of a faithful retainer and another
woman who had discovered a talent for teleporting. There was an
8-year-old boy street whose family lived in a factory doorway and an
18-year-old with a secret. There was a tunnel under an apocalyptic
world, another in which a husband was busy burrowing under his own
street and strange goings on in a hollowed out yew tree. There was a
19th century priest awaiting execution, a young woman who'd escaped
her past and a wife who'd got away with murder.
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