The stile wasn’t that high, but I still offered the girls a leg-up, after all it was the least I could do after last night’s party. Trevor was moaning as usual. Tough luck.
I would not want you anyway but this – a pink dawn Rising across the fields –your footprints small in the Dew on the grass – the first faint stirrings of a fractured
I thought that I'd posted Chapter 2 here and now I can't see it anywhere.I might as well publish it on here as I'm unlikely to ever publish it anywhere else.