Megan And The Cyclist E-Book

Owen Jones

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 82

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In Megan and the Cyclist, Megan and Jane are on a bike ride in the countryside when they come across a cyclist who has had an accident. They help him as best they can, phone an ambulance, and wait until it arrives. The three teens form a bond, and the girls are invited to go horse riding on the cyclist’s family farm. Megan talks to the horses, but is there a romantic interest swirling around too?

The Psychic Megan Series consists of twenty-three novelettes about a young girl's growing realisation that she is able to do things that none of her family can. Megan is twelve years old in the first volume. She has two seemingly insurmountable problems. Her mother is frightened of her daughter's latent abilities and not only will not help her but actively discourages her; and she can’t find a teacher to help her develop her supernatural, psychic powers. For she wants not only to know what it is possible to do and how to do it, but to what end she should put her special abilities. Megan is a good girl, so it would seem obvious that she would tend towards using her powers for good, but it is not always easy to do the right thing even if you know what that is.

These stories about Megan will appeal to anyone who has an interest in psychic powers, the supernatural and the paranormal and is between the ages of ten and a hundred years old.

In Megan and the Cyclist, Megan and Jane are on a bike ride in the countryside when they come across a cyclist who has had an accident. They help him as best they can, phone an ambulance, and wait until it arrives. The three teens form a bond, and the girls are invited to go horse riding on the cyclist’s family farm. Megan talks to the horses, but is there a romantic interest swirling around too?

Leseprobe

MEGAN

and the

CYCLIST

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © October 2014 Owen Jones

Megan and the Cyclist

by Owen Jones

Published by Megan Publishing Services

http://meganthemisconception.com

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The right of Owen Jones to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously.

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Other novelettes in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and the Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To the Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

Megan at Christmas

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can. She does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

Believe not in anything simply because you have heard it,

Believe not in anything simply because it was spoken and rumoured by many,

Believe not in anything simply because it was found written in your religious texts,

Believe not in anything merely on the authority of teachers and elders,

Believe not in traditions because they have been handed down for generations,

But after observation and analysis, if anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, accept it and live up to it.

Gautama Buddha

––

Great Spirit, whose voice is on the wind, hear me.

Let me grow in strength and knowledge.

Make me ever behold the red and purple sunset.

May my hands respect the things you have given me.

Teach me the secrets hidden under every leaf and stone, as you have taught people for ages past.

Let me use my strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.

Let me always come before you with clean hands and an open heart, that as my Earthly span fades like the sunset, my Spirit shall return to you without shame.

(Based on a traditional Sioux prayer)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

My thanks to the artist who did the cover for me,

Jacqueline Chavarria.

If you want her contact details, just let me know.

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1 AN AWAY DAY

While Megan was shopping in the Mall with her parents one Saturday afternoon, she bumped into her best friend, Jane.

“How are the holidays going? Are you getting bored yet?”

“Yes, I am a bit, why don’t we do something to cheer ourselves up?”

“What have you got I mind, Megan?”

“I don’t know, it’s getting a bit late to do anything today, but we could go somewhere tomorrow… Why don’t you come ‘around after tea and we can work something out?”

“OK, six thirty?”

“I’ll just check… Mam, is it all right if Jane comes ‘round after tea for a chat? Not doing anything are we?”

“No, that’s fine, but she can come earlier, if she likes and have something to eat with us.”

Megan asked her. “OK, Mam, five o’clock all right?”

“OK, there you are then, Jane, I’ll see you at five, we’ve still got a bit of shopping to do. I need some more gym kit… Mam reckons my skirts are getting too short and the hem has already been let down as far as it’ll go, you know what she’s like.”

“Yes, I’m really glad that my Mum is not as strict as yours. In fact, my Mum has mine taken up to as short as the school will allow. Still it’s better to have parents who care than none at all or ones who don’t, eh? Anyway, see you at five, Megs.”

“That’s nice for you, Megan, you haven’t had a friend around for tea for ages, have you? Not vegetarian, is she?”

“No, I don’t think so… Least, she wasn’t when we last had school dinners.”

“Good, I’ll get some lovely honey-roasted ham in for sandwiches and some Caerphilly cheese… I’ll have to buy a cake too because I’m not baking until tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Mam, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

When Jane arrived promptly at five, Megan let her in. Megan had been forced to change for the occasion and so had her father. He had put on his best cardigan, but taken his tie off as a minor protest. The fact was that although their guest was only one of Megan’s school friends, whom they had known for many years, they were not used to receiving visitors of any kind, especially for tea.

“I didn’t know you were going to get changed for tea… I feel scruffy now,” said Jane.

“I’m sorry about that, it’s Mam again, she made us do it. Don’t worry about it, you look great, you always do. Come on, let’s go in and get tea over with then we can go up to my room and leave them to watch TV.”

Tea was over-polite and stuffy, with Suzanne constantly asking someone, “Would you like another…?” It started with ‘sandwich’, and then ‘cup of tea’, followed by ‘slice of cake’ and then ‘cup of tea’ again. Megan’s father, Robert, could feel that it wasn’t going quite right, despite his wife’s best efforts, but there was little he could do. He tried making jokes, but Suzanne tutted him and he tried making conversation, but was told that he was talking too much. He soon gave up, increased the volume on the TV and sat back in his armchair.

Suzanne was her own worst enemy in social situations. She tried too hard and that put a strain on herself and everyone around her. To be fair to her, she was aware of the problem, but was too frightened that people would think she lacked the social graces to be natural, even with a thirteen-year-old girl, lest she tell her parents that the Evans’ were uncouth.

Neither of the girls ate as much as they would have liked to if the atmosphere had been relaxed, but they just wanted to get upstairs where they could be themselves again. Anyway, Megan knew that if she asked her mother for refreshments later, she would bring them something up. In fact, she would not have put it past her to do it whether she was asked to or not.

“I’m sorry, Megs, I don’t want to be rude, but your mother puts me on edge.”

“Yes, I know, don’t worry about it. That’s how she is. She doesn’t mean to, but she gets sort of flustered, you know?”

Jane flopped back on the bed and fell through Grrr without noticing her. The big cat purred and looked at Megan as she sat down next to her friend. “Show me what they bought you today then.”

Megan went to her dresser and retrieved two navy-blue skirts and two white polo tops. She held first a top against and then put it down and next a skirt.

“Mmm, lovely!” she said sarcastically. “Didn’t they get you anything nice?”

“No, not this week, just replacement kit for school, like I said. I’ve got plenty of clothes anyway… perhaps not in the way you have, but I’m not complaining.”

“I would be if my Mum tried to make me wear a skirt like that. Regulation says three inches above the knee, but most girls get away with four if they say that they’re growing fast, but yours are four inches below the knee! Would she raise the hem if you ask her to?”

“I doubt it… I wouldn’t even ask, it’s not worth it.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Look, I know I look like some Victorian kid, but I don’t mind really, no. Mam worries, but she does try hard and to be honest, well, this is nothing compared to some of the things that have gone on around here.”

“Each to her own, I suppose, but I’m glad my Mum is more fashion-conscious than yours is.”

“I think that Mam knows what’s going on in fashion, it’s just that she scared of it and of anything happening to me. As you said the other day, in five or six years’ time I’ll be able to do what I like and for the moment, I can wait. So, what do you fancy doing tomorrow?

“Well, we used to go cycling on Sundays, we could go again tomorrow.”

“That’s a good idea, we could set off at ten, stop somewhere for a picnic… then carry on and be back for four or five o’clock. That would make a nice trip out of it. Would your Mam let you go?”