There’s a hand on my hip. It traces down outer thigh and dances back. The hazy, barely there morning filters in through a naked window, through an eyelid cracked open by the hand’s journey. 266 more words
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So where do I begin?!
I guess with a little about me – I’m 30, recently split with my husband of 3 years, a single mum to two dogs (Zeus & Thor) and a lover of changing my hair colour…you’ll realise soon why this description is both important to the story and completely useless at the same time. 280 more words