It was always “tomorrow”. In fact, tomorrow would mark 99 yesterdays; each one a little fonder yet a little sadder than the last.
“One day we’ll be looking down from up there and we’ll laugh about all of this,” Katie looked for recognition but Piers didn’t flinch.
“Do you believe,” she started.
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Sunglasses, vest-top, short shorts, liberally applied factor 50 and flip-flops. Aside from grabbing the canvas bags and car keys, Sandra… Read more Big Shop
Ubinox was patient. Ubinox was smart. Ubinox was lithe, agile and keen. High above the Grand Hall she waited; fingers… Read more Silenced