Maggie's Five
Copyright © 2013 Sandra Fitzgerald
A love that's meant to be.
A shattered heart that struggles to heal.
A soul that needs to find its way back from the
bottom of a bottle.
With the release of 'Maggie's Five' getting closer
by the day,
I thought it would be fun to make the coming event more exciting.
So, Lets play a game.
It's called LIKES for WORDS.
(Do you like it? I may have made it up.)
The way to play is simple.
The more 'likes' I get, the more 'words' you get.
Get your friends on board!
Poke me, prod me, as long as you 'like' my post, you will get those precious vowels and consonants.
I'll even throw in a couple comas and full stops in for the fun of it.
Please, if you fine you have the urge ;), leave me a message here, Facebook
or send a tweet.
I'd love to hear from you.
Allow me to get the ball rolling with some freebies.
Maggie's Five
Copyright © 2013 Sandra Fitzgerald
‘When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.’
What if I prefer to drink mine with a side of Tequila? A pill chaser?
What if I told you to go suck those very lemons until your face puckered so tightly you couldn't see?
Then maybe, just maybe you could begin to appreciate what it’s like to be me.
The one left behind after everything has been shredded away.
Leaving you bloody and raw.
And worse - alone.
Maggie’s Five is the story of a young woman’s journey through her five stages of grief.
After the tragic loss of her husband and two children,
Maggie falls into a downward spiral of self-loathing and destruction.
She’s introduced to a world of alcohol, drugs and meaningless sex.
Which creates a numbness that she relishes,
until she realizes there is a reason to start living her life again.
Until becoming reacquainted with Maggie,
Luke didn't think it was worth the effort to overcome his demons.
Finding Maggie gives him the m otivation to move forward
and chance his heart with love.
Now all he needs to do is convince Maggie to do the same.
Prologue
My name is Maggie Cartwright.
I live in the same suburb as you, up the road, just around the corner. My house is not unlike yours, it’s modest in size, brick, has windows and furniture, a driveway, plants in the garden.
My family is not unlike yours either, made up of a husband and two daughters, though you may have boys, or one of each. The point is that you’re happy. You have a happy full life filled with all the trimmings that we take for granted. Those very trimmings that we think we appreciate; but don’t realize until it is too late that we have missed the true meaning of, by the barest of margins.
Not because we intended to, no of course not. We don’t make conscious decisions to not truly appreciate the good, but because of the various complex tangles and weaves our lives form as they grow and develop. We get busy with work, distracted by arguments, caught up with activity.
Because of life itself.
I’m Maggie Cartwright, and this is my story, but I’ll warn you now, my journey may not have the happily ever after you dream of.