Vivian De Winter | writer & artist

The Muttering Raven of Fotheringham Avenue
Cardinal County Series
Work in Progress
Book 6 | The Muttering Raven of Fotheringham Avenue


Inspiration for the Story:

My daughter used to live in a very small northern town.

During one of my visits, while accompanied by my sister, we had made the decision to remove the old sofa which had taken up a prominent place upon the front porch. Keep in mind, it was the middle of winter, snow drifts all around. Heavy frame, green leather upholstery, pouffy-type sofa.

We couldn't load it into my sister's vehicle. Too big.

Deconstruction to the rescue!

Hammers, screwdrivers, and pliers, oh my. After we stripped off the outer layer, a skeleton of connected wood strips appeared. Beware of the springs on the frame of a sofa. When you release them from the frame, they will whip back at you — kind of like a piano string, only not as deadly.

One of the coils smacked my leg, which made me fall backwards onto a snow bank. All I could do was look up at the sky and laugh as the snow flakes melted on my face. My sister doubled over, her body shaking as she laughed at me laughing. Silliness can be infectious.

While all of these shenanigans were going on, a raven roosting in a tree across the road kept on making a muttering sound, as if he talked to himself…

Intelligent eyes
observing strange behaviour
Stories must be told

Augusta Louise
The Making of Mirabelle
Chilliko Road
Ophelia, Dixie and Max
Tall Grass Cutting Skin
The Muttering Raven of Fotheringham Avenue