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‘Wonderfully uplifting’ Trisha Ashley
It only takes a moment, to change a life for ever…
Fern is too busy making sure other people feel good about themselves to give much thought to her own happiness. But somehow, without her noticing, life has run away from her.
Suddenly, Fern realises her vintage clothes business is struggling, and the casual relationship she’d always thought she was happy in doesn’t look so appealing.
But sometimes, karma really does come through. And when Fern goes out of her way to help 85-year-old Dinah, little does she realise their new friendship will change her life.
Dinah may have troubles in her past, but she’s lived and loved to the full. Can Dinah show Fern that even the smallest acts of kindness can make the world a better place?
If you liked Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fineor How to Be Happy, you'll love A Random Act of Kindness.
Sophie Jenkins is a serial joiner of writing groups and workshops and a prolific short story writer. To encourage her creativity, she regularly enters half-marathons and trains by running from her home in North London to Fortnums for breakfast, with a notepad.
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I’ve reread the invitation from Gigi to her birthday party, with the location and a request to RSVP. It might be fun. I deserve some fun.
‘So,’ I say to David. ‘Gigi’s party. What kind of party will it be?’
David gives me his direct look, his blue eyes meeting mine. He hesitates for a moment and then he says with a smile, ‘The usual kind. Drinks, food. Why?’
His dark blue eyes pierce me to my soul.
I look quickly away; it’s like looking into the sun. But being unable to meet his eyes is not a good move – it’s very shifty. ‘I was just wondering, that’s all. What are you going to do about your stall?’
‘Close it down for the weekend. I booked the house way before I left my job so obviously at the time I didn’t know it was going to be a problem.’
I make most of my money at the weekend. And I’ve just bought those dresses at the auction, which I’m keen to sell on. I’m distracted from my musings by a customer; another smiling face from the past.
‘Er, Fern? Hi! It’s Bethan,’ she adds, to jog my memory.
‘Hi!’ Bethan hasn’t changed much since I last saw her – she’s still got short, highlighted hair, and she’s wearing cropped jeans and a blue-and-white check shirt. She’s somewhere in her fifties and there’s a sadness about her, despite her smile.
‘Do you remember me? I came to see you a few years back when my ex married again.’
‘Of course I remember you.’
She chuckles. ‘You threatened to burn my fleece.’
I remember that fleece; the least flattering garment a woman could wear.
‘Did I?’ I steer her away from David, who’s just made some kind of noise, a cross between a snort and a laugh. Honestly, it’s surprising I wasn’t fired a lot sooner than I was. ‘This is my stall here.’
‘Small, isn’t it? I saw you in the Camden New Journal. Not being funny, but you haven’t exactly risen from the ashes yet then – this is a bit different from personal shopping. No champagne, I don’t suppose?’
I laugh merrily. ‘Sadly, no.’
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