She wants one of those
(‘coz her friends all got one.)
Taking her pick
(she thinks she’s choosing a hot one.)
Tag: love
The Window
It was always “tomorrow”. In fact, tomorrow would mark 99 yesterdays; each one a little fonder yet a little sadder than the last.
“Gah!”
“What is it?” “What do you mean, ‘what is it?’ Don’t you like it?” “It’s… well, I mean it’s, erm…… Read more “Gah!”
Comfortable lives
Tis Friday once again, so time for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by the ever-present Rochelle. This week, I have been… Read more Comfortable lives
Forty Two
The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th’s mail cascaded to the ground. Mark grabbed… Read more Forty Two
me.you.coffee 