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    Franny and June
    Franny and June
    Franny and June
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    Franny and June

    By Edgar Million

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    Franny and June

    ‘Franny and June’ is ‘Freaky Friday’ meets ‘We need to talk about Kevin’.

    Remember all those body-swap movies in the eighties? Like Big and Vice Versa and ask yourself, what might happen if the doting parent misses their youth a little too much.

    Who wouldn’t like another chance to do all again, to get it right this time? To be young and pain free, careless and bright? Of course, we know from Tom Hanks experience that being young comes with its own challenges, right?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEdgar Million
    Release dateMar 5, 2017
    ISBN9781370990092
    Franny and June
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    Edgar Million

    Edgar Millions books are mostly sci-fi, with a dash of fantasy, horror and contemporary fiction thrown in.I have numerous stories available on Smashwords all free of charge and one short novel, A Button To Save the World (available for a miniscule fee - or for free to anyone who follows me on Twitter and asks for it).I grew up in London and studied Art and Animation at Central St Martins and Surrey Institute of Art and Design, and thanks to Smashwords have finally found something to do with all the short stories I write to distract me from the novel I'm now attempting to edit.The novel, my first full length book, is going to be called “Ordinary” and would have published already if I didn't keep being interrupted by regularly having to attend a day job to earn money.

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      Franny and June - Edgar Million

      Franny and June

      Edgar Million

      Franny and June

      Published by Edgar Million at Smashwords

      Copyright 2017 Edgar Million

      PART ONE

      ‘Daughter (in Mum’s body): I'm old!

      Mum (in Daughter’s body): I beg your pardon!

      Daughter (in Mum’s body): Oh, I'm like the Cryptkeeper!’

      Freaky Friday

      Franny

      I hate my Mum. Or I don’t, but, she is just so stupid and thoughtless. And I love my Mum, or I don't, but either way I wouldn’t say it anymore.

      There’s a taste on my lips when I speak to her now, a vague memory of telling her I loved her and meaning it so much that I couldn’t believe I could love anything more than that, not even Dad, but I was wrong.

      I was a small, stupid child with no idea how big the world was. I thought the monsters hid under the bed, I never knew they could wear a business suit and sing nursery rhymes. I didn't understand back then, but I do now.

      She’s just a mean old cow and I hate her.

      June

      They are so small, so perfect, and so kind when they are little.

      So without side or malice.

      She would wrap her arms around my neck and seem to smell of fresh air, or flowers, and I would melt at being so unconditionally adored. We are the centre of their everything; omnipotent, funny, brave.

      Children at that age are filled with so much hope, so much possibility.

      Then, when they hit seven their brains begin to re-wire themselves; new selfish data overwriting the innocence and joy which you once knew, until they explode in a rage of hatred and ingratitude, until all you are left with is a monster, shaped out of stale sweat and crackling hormones.

      Sometimes, before I wake her now, or, before I try to wake her, preparing the battering ram to rouse her from near deathly slumber, I can still see her.

      My little girl.

      The dream born in my imagination when I was no more than a little girl myself.

      Do little boys dream of being dad's? Is that just a girl thing?

      Still.

      When she’s asleep, there’s a glimpse of her, the dream, hiding in the darkness at the back of her red playhouse in the garden, giggling because she thinks I can't see her submerged in the ball pool. Back, when we lived in the big house on Watton Road, where I'd stand and watch her, awestruck.

      Our little girl.

      The miracle.

      We were on our third round of IVF and on the edge of just giving up all together.

      What about adoption? Jack had asked me.

      What about never even having kids and staying young and free forever? I should have responded, but I didn't.

      We were on the edge of taking a different path, childless and free.

      Would that have been so awful? Getting up whenever you want, eating out every night and living life just for you? For each other?

      But that was a different journey. The life lived by a shadow me.

      Then one day it was there: a drumbeat,

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