The pool was never meant to speak. Hidden behind wrought iron gates and swallowed by shadow, the water lies perfectly still, black as ink and cold as a grave. At night, it whispers. Soft at first. Familiar. A voice only children hear. A voice that sounds like Mom. Those who listen are drawn closer, step by step, until the surface begins to ripple and faces form beneath the water-pale, waiting, remembering. The pool knows names. It knows fears. It knows how to sound like love. about the authorDucky has always been drawn to stories that explore the hidden corners of memory and emotion. She writes with a focus on children's experiences, the ways in which they perceive the world, and the quiet mysteries that surround us. Her work seeks to give voice to the unseen, to the overlooked, and to the moments that linger long after the day is done.When not writing, Ducky enjoys exploring old homes, capturing photographs of quiet streets, and studying the histories hidden in everyday places. Her goal is to create stories that are both haunting and comforting, allowing readers to feel seen, understood, and inspired.
