Wednesday 5 February 2020

Day 90



The smirk crossed her face. It was hard to stop. It began in the tight crease of her mouth and crept up to Cupid’s Bow. The god of love was coming good. A passion was being quenched. A need being met. Desire satisfied.

She put the phone down. She sat on the sofa. Glass of cold white and she kicked the bin-liner of clothes. Nicky Chadwin was on the move. And those expensive trainers were beckoning like the siren looking for a new Lorelei.

Tomorrow. 2pm. Lured to destruction.

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