Strayed/Open #writephoto

I walked into the house.  It was quiet.  It meant he hadn't come as yet.  The corridor stretched endlessly before me.  I wondered what to do while I waited for him.  Ahead was the door leading to the large and cozy living-room.  That's where he and I sat, curled up on the sofa, listening to …

The Barbecue

"You're not his type." If that smile were meant to take the sting out of her words it didn’t work.  Kay was smarting from it.  “I don’t mean to upset you, Kay, but I thought I would warn you because I have seen the way you look at Quinn every time you see him.  I …

The Visit

She stood at the window watching the snow fall in thick white sheets on the streets below.  It had been like this all morning.   What was it going to end?   All night she had looked forward to seeing Rupert.  When they had last seen each other which was a fortnight ago, he had …

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