My beautiful stone fairy

I could see it the first time I looked at her face. She didn't love him, she didn't love anyone but herself. Not that I could say anything. Leaning on my stone toadstool clutching the flowers that would never wither. He had stopped to look at me, I had tried with all my might to... Continue Reading →

Just one more thing.

"It will be fun" he said as he took my hand, encouraging me from the bed. "You won't need to get dressed, just stay as you are." Down the stairs we went, peering through sleepy eyes and feeling the cold blast of fresh morning air as he excitedly bundled me to through door.┬áCamera bag slung... Continue Reading →

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