He led the way, strong and sure of himself. She followed behind, watching the way his legs carried him through the undergrowth. His voice carried on the wind, his laugh echoing off the mountains as they walked. She liked it. She watched him, when he wasn’t looking. Studying his face, she took in the salt-and-pepperContinue reading “First kiss”
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A nice cup of tea
Helen sat at the kitchen table, her stomach in knots. She looked down at her hands, the paleness of her fingers contrasting with the dark wood. Her fingertips rested on a groove, and her face tensed as she remembered how it got there. ‘What are you doing?’ He shouted, and she flinched as he raisedContinue reading “A nice cup of tea”
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