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The Last Good Day
The Last Good Day
The Last Good Day
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The Last Good Day

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A heart-warming and heartbreaking short story that celebrates life, love and the importance of friendship. WINNER of the Books and the City #heatseeker short story competition, in partnership with heat magazine.

'A beautifully poignant tale of love, friendship and loss. I can’t wait to read whatever Hannah writes next!' PAIGE TOON?

Belle knows she is going to die.

Her lifelong best friend Helen knows it too, which is why she decides to sneak Belle out of hospital and take her on one last adventure.

In a day filled with fun, laughter and tears, the pair face the prospect of saying goodbye, and raise the important question:

How would you want to spend your last good day?

Perfect for fans of HEIDI SWAIN, MILLY JOHNSON and FIONA GIBSON.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 9, 2018
ISBN9781471178177
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    The Last Good Day - Hannah Pearl

    ‘Knock knock.’

    ‘I’m hiding under the duvet. You can’t knock on a duvet.’

    ‘That’s why I said it instead.’ Dave lifted the covers and joined me underneath. ‘I brought you tea.’

    I took the mug he offered. Using our heads as tent poles, we managed to create a space and sit side by side on our bed.

    ‘Am I really going to do this?’ I asked him with a mock shudder, even though we both knew full well that I was.

    ‘Do you want to change your mind?’

    ‘She’d kill me.’

    Dave chuckled.

    She wouldn’t. For all her faults – impulsiveness to the point of recklessness being his least favourite – Belle would never do anything to hurt me. Deliberately. The broken arm I got when I was ten, after Belle nicked her brother’s roller skates and offered me a turn, was purely accidental.

    ‘She’s counting on you, Helen.’ I reached out to set my mug on the bedside cabinet, then leaned into him. As I did so, our duvet tent collapsed around us so Dave folded

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