Thursday 24 January 2019

Day 20




She was medium height. Almost the same height as Patrick. She was looking sideways at Patrick, obviously happy, with a gentle smile on her face. Her skin was that of a burnished russet, the result of a recent holiday in the sun at a guess. It was healthy tan, not the orange shades that some are, especially those purchased in a booth, and it had that hint of apple red that identifies a tan probably gained in the south of England or northern coast of France. Exposure to sun and sand and wind.

Her hair was short and dark – it looked cropped but it was hard to tell under the wedding veil.


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