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In the distance sulky clouds hung over the harbour. At the top of the hill, the wind shrilled between the cars. Tessa stood waiting, watching, listening to its icy whine. How appropriately Hardyesque, she thought. The house door, blue as a summer sky, swept open and a figure sauntered out into the street. Carefully, deliberately, Tessa released the handbrake, and stepped back from his car. The first raindrops, black as blood, spattered on the pavement.

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Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

2 responses

  1. Subtle, I didn’t get that until the second reading. Kudos.

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