Breaking the chain

Heather Reid a sixteen year old girl is found collapsed in Howdon - she has run away from her home on West Percy road North Shields, because she is pregnant. She is taken to Willington Quay Maternity hospital where upon she gives birth to a baby Girl that she names Dawn because the dawn was breaking when she was giving birth. After complications set in Heather dies of Toxaemia and her father will not bring up a bastard child. Dawn is adopted by two university lecturers - follow her story as her real father seeks her out and a court battle ensues. this is a tragic story that will have you reading until the end.


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“Buonasera Rosina.

Ah you speak Italiano?’

“Poco (A little) Rosina.’

“Please do come in.’

They walked down the hallway which was painted white and had terracotta tiles on the floor. The kitchen was painted black and white and there were was black and white chess patterned tiles upon the floor.

The living room had black leather sofa and two chairs a smoked glass oval shaped table and a huge white fur rug near the fire.

 Come Dawn; I show you your room.’

Dawn followed the slim beautiful looking woman up the stairs where she found herself in a pink and purple coloured room. Her duvet was a soft purple colour and her pillows pink the floor was again tiled with pink and purple tiles and there was a toilet and shower in her room. On the bed there was a pink teddy bear there was a purple rug on the floor and pink bedroom furniture.

“You like Dawn?’

“Yes, very much so.’

“Good; we eat dinner soon yes?’

“Dawn nodded then followed Rosina back down stairs.’

“You put slippers on yes?’

“Alright in the passage way was a shoe rack and Dawn placed her boots on it then picked up the new pair of slippers that Rosina had given her and placed them on her feet.’

Then went and sat in the small conservatory that they had. It was half the size of the one in her house but it was nice and cosy. It looked out onto two apple trees and three cherry trees. There was a small bench in the garden and a grassed area.’ The whole of the garden had a fence right around it which made it more private. The house like hers was detached.

Jim showed Dawn the attic room which had been turned into a music studio. The room was sound proofed so Jim could record his songs undisturbed. There was a fridge with beer and coke and a kettle and mugs to make coffee. There were ten different guitars on stands and an electric organ in the corner of the room. Three microphones stood to attention. On every wall there were photos that she’d taken of her father down at the fish quay all framed? Dawn went over to the organ and plugged it in and began to play it. Jim accompanied her on his guitar and Dawn looked very surprised that he knew classical music. He gave her the music to one of his songs and when she had finished playing it she knew that she’d heard the tune played before but it had been changed some what. “Is that Beethoven symphony number five?’

“Yes; I nicked it and turned it into a pop song,’

“Very clever she said.’

You will be surprised how many songs have been pinched from classical composers.

“Is it not illegal?’

“No, there are no direct decedents who hold the copyright to the music so we can use most classical pieces if we chose to.’

“Can you play without music?’

“Yes I can hear something on the radio and play it no problem.’

“Have you ever tried to write a song yourself?’

“No, not really I played around with a few things though.’

“Okay let me hear one maybe I can put some words to it. Wait until I set up the recorder. We don’t want to lose what might turn out to be a hit tune do we?’

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