‘I turned and squinted through the darkness, she had walked down the hall into my hole of a kitchen where she sat on a wooden stool.
Her legs crossed, the yellow of her dress providing the only lightness.
Wildflowers and strawberries, the scent of summer’s past, lingered in the air. I knew I was a hopeless piece of sod from that moment on. But still, I gazed’…
Across the Fields to Hope Street
He wasn’t expecting to find love that day, but it changed his whole perspective …