The heart locket falls open revealing his smiling face; soulful dark eyes staring into hers. The photo is softened by years of her thumb pressing against it. It was not the face of the man in the next room waiting for his dinner. Her eyes prickle, she holds the locket against her heart.
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Happy September xx cannot believe I'm even saying that 😍

I've been meaning to pre-order so thanks for the reminder. I look forward to listening to the audio book.

What a lovely idea.

So true, life is messy and multi-layered.

#WriteCBC Jenny passed whispering walls of waxed death masks, floorboards creaking like footsteps behind her. Painted eyes tracked her but she stared ahead. Faced with a shattered mirror in the Victorian séance room, her reflection split into three—none hers. Reeling, she staggered back. Not again!

She sounds ace. Crossing everything for you!

Tina opened the door, jolted by the hammering. Rain slicked his taut face; shoeless, knuckles bloody.
“Car’s dead. Free room?” His wet prints bloomed the boards.
No apology.
His smell of petrol and peppermint loosened a memory.
“Room 3. You’ve been here before.”
No reply. An icy smile. #WriteCBC