Anne Fine

Bad Dreams by Anne Fine

It’s only been bothering me a tiny bit. But still,baddreams Mr Hooper, saw my uneasy look.

‘What ho, Mel!’ he offered. ‘A trouble shared is a trouble halved?’

I shook my head. ‘No, thanks. It’s too private .’

‘Write it down, then,’ he told me. ‘If something’s gnawing at you, shove it on paper.’

I waved at the books round us, shelf upon shelf of them, up to the ceiling.

‘Is that what the writers of some of these were doing?’

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