Opening up the first pages of The Bloody Chamber in my A-Level Literature class, I was not expecting to discover a lifelong love of Angela Carter, a writer who has had so much influence for me.
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To read the first part of this series, ‘A Question Of Now’, click here.
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They leant their bikes against the mouth of the cave, sheltering from the weather. The change from the breathing forest to the stagnant air in the cave was not particularly pungent but noticeable. From the mouth, the cave led off in a fairly straight direction and, in the dim light, the two women could just about see a smaller tunnel meandering off to the right.
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‘OK so we have to numb the area first before we start snipping. Are you OK with that?’
“Am I OK with that? Yes! Yes! Numb away! Please! Lot’s of numbing! Do not hold back on the numbing!”
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Brenda O’Lox sighed: she was conscious she’d sighed live on air but was getting a little fed-up.
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Enara gazed out of the living room window. Already the walls of her house had started to close in on her. Usually the sight of an empty street greeted her from the window. The languid longevity of lockdown had locked away her freedom. Her planned holiday with her friends. Cancelled. The many barbecues she would have attended. Cancelled. Her birthday party. Cancelled.
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