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his hand shook as he keyed in the number on his phone. it was mere seconds before he would be connected to a perfect stranger, a woman who he had no desire for, other than that she was not his wife.
disgust and regret flowed through him even as he waited for the voice on the other end.
» Posted By joanwatsons On 10.29.2013 @ 11:26 am
Sweat ran down her face, lips salty, breath coming fast and hard. She pounded the concrete beneath her feet, pushing past her own limits. The further she went, the further she left the dreams behind. They couldn’t follow her forever, and so she kept running. To where, she had no clue.
» Posted By joanwatsons On 10.28.2013 @ 2:29 pm
Hands placed primly by her side as she watched the binmen clear the bins away from the road. Smoothing back her hair so she could place the plastic earrings her daughter had found charming in a pound shop, onto small lobes. A watch worn on a thin wrist, the face gleaming from the weak morning sun. Pink lipstick, a glamorous, sultry shade, not the candy sugar one that her daughter was fond of stealing. When she looked in the mirror, she saw herself again, not the woman she had become during the darkest hours of the night. What a relief that she could still do this, still pretend, when everything around her was so changed.
It was almost 8 o’clock. Time to get breakfast started.
» Posted By joanwatsons On 10.27.2013 @ 7:15 am
of course, it was burnt. she was a rubbish cook, who barely had time to boil pasta, but just this once she thought she could make a simple omelette.
of course not; her mind was elsewhere, on her, always on her.
her beautiful eyes, her red hair, that smile that lit up the room.
it was almost worth the smell of burnt eggs just to see that face as her mind drifted.
» Posted By joanwatsons On 10.25.2013 @ 6:35 pm
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it was simple, really. he wasn’t allowed to be in love because he wasn’t wired that way. it had been like that for his younger carefree sister, and his older, more wiser, brother, too. the clarks were independent creatures, people who made connections, but rarely the romantic type. it was in their dna.
» Posted By joanwatsons On 10.25.2013 @ 5:41 am