In the sanctuary of the kitchen, as Leslie made coffee and Oliver held Wendy’s hand, David got to work cleaning Wendy up and attending to the cuts on her face. “Does this happen often?” David asked “No” she answered with a sniffle “she’s normally too drunk to catch me”
“You two wait here” David said to the other two and started walking towards her. “Hey Wendy” he called and she looked up and as soon as she saw him she was on her feet and bowling towards him at a rate of knots and she was still crying as she launched herself at him “Oh David” she cried
It had been a busy morning in the shop and she was really surprised when she looked up at the clock and saw that it was 11.55am. However once she knew what the time was it seemed to slow down and those last five minutes seemed to take an hour to pass.
They were sitting together and Wendy kept looking at her presents, apart from her converse and hoody which she was wearing. “You like all your presents then” he said “Oh yes” she said and then she whispered to him “How do I put music on the MP3?”
I will march through the darkest hell just to bring you back to life back to the land where our demons love to hide in plain site I can see the...
September 6 th was Wendy’s 18 th birthday, a very significant birthday for anyone else but for her it was just another day. Her mother was too hungover to know what month it was let alone that it was her daughter’s special day.
The rain it pours drip by drip, drop by drop. Grey cloud covers the sky. A blanket, soiled and glum. The earth it feeds, be it full now as puddles...
The following Monday she walked up to David Goodman’s garden to introduce herself to Alison William’s. She was a self-employed gardener and was a muscular, big chested and thirty something with a great unruly shock of vivid ginger hair and Wendy thought she looked terrifying.
Hubert had flown into Singapore that weekend, and we had gone out on a hop on hop off tour of the city. I was in love again, and we talked about our...
She woke up on Sunday feeling less confident than the night before and the doubts about her worthiness to be happy had returned. What hadn’t left her though was her anger at her mum so she avoided speaking with her and left.
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