When the Honeywells move in, the neighbours don’t know what to make of this strange and colourful family. Are they circus performers or Satan worshippers? What kind of rituals are going on in their backyard at night? As the Honeywells infiltrate each of the neighbour’s lives, nothing prepares them for the sudden disappearance of their four-year-old son.
As yet untitled, this novel, like my debut, is inspired by a landscape from my youth. The once luscious red soil farmland is currently being curbed, guttered and cemented over to make way for new housing estates.
My story explores the human need for connection within the suburban suspicion created when six-foot fences demarcate boundaries and hide secrets.