By Stephen Lodge
She wanted someone strong, who would shield her from hurt and wrong and set her on a course for where she belonged. She didn’t want another loser, a player, a lounger, a guy who was always about to get rich and famous on the back of an unfinished (unwritten, more like) song.
It was time to head for civilisation. Too long had she been adrift in a land without light.
Goodbye, land where no one smiles, where streets of misery stretch for miles.
The spring in each excited step told her that world was gone; now, she was embracing the new.
A very satisfying read. Liked this one a lot.
Thanks so much, Bobby. I’m so happy you liked it. Wishing you a blessed Easter.