This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it
from Page 56 of:
All the Lonely People by Mike Gayle
The sense of relief Hubert felt when he saw Joyce walking toward him as he waited outside the entrance to the Regal was enormous. Her desire to go to the pictures with him hadn’t been an elaborate dream, a figment of his imagination, or a practical joke. She was here, she was really here, and the sight of her made him grin from ear to ear. She was, he thought, even more beautiful freed from the confines of her Hamilton’s uniform of demure black dress with dainty white bow and lacy collar. Sporting a navy-blue duster coat over a flowery lemon dress with green heels, she was a vision of spring and Hubert told her so.
“Thank you,” she replied. “The dress is new. I made it myself from a pattern in Vogue. Mum wasn’t sure about the color but I think it’s cheerful, don’t you?”
Hubert smiled.
“It’s like a piece of sunshine on a dull gray day.”
Joyce gave him an admiring glance.
Freda Mans-Labianca
He is so in love!!! Sounds like a wonderfully written story! Happy weekend!
HCNewton
The only downside to watching him fall for her comes from that storyline taking place in the late 50’s. In the contemporary story, she’s been dead for a decade. I’m dreading catching up to that point…