The Colour Purple Ruth screwed up her nose and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Do I look like a tart?’ ‘Oh yes, no doubt about it,’ said her friend...
In Cherry Blossom Time Staring at the barren twigs of winter, I mourn, I’m lost. Where did we go? Life has left the tree a husk, it has abandoned us...
Louise had amazing eyes, all the men said so. They were citrously green and had their own language that spoke to men below the waistline. They were a...
