From a Hilltop

The Cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode. A narrow road skirted the perimeter and afforded access to a green hill beyond. During the short drive: Dad drove in silence; Mum fixed the road ahead; and I was alone with my thoughts on the back seat. I hadn’t wanted to come, but they … Continue reading From a Hilltop

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(Note: This story has been rewritten in the following post AFTER Rochelle’s challenge (Look In the comments)) The Archives We were having coffee in the little Coffee Shop opposite the Library. I preferred it to the branded coffee shops but mostly because of Gabriela, the dark haired Peruvian Barista. Her upper lip curled sensually and suggestively … Continue reading The Archives