Our extract this week is from The Letter Home by Rachael English
April 2019, Clooneven, County Clare
Jessie Daly had promised herself that she’d spend the journey from Dublin to Clooneven preparing her answers. By the time she reached home, every sentence would be honed, every possibility covered. She should have remembered that bus trips made her sleepy. Barely had they passed the turn-off for Naas than her eyelids became heavy, and her head lolled to one side. She woke two hours later to the sound of rain rattling against the window and the suspicion that the lattice texture of the seat’s cloth had been imprinted on her face.