We hear things retrospectively when we have understood them. Marcel Proust.
‘This isn’t your lucky day is it?’ Lucy stared down at him, ignored a small cut on her thumb. She placed her foot on the man’s throat, pressed hard. Gurgling sounds. Shards of white glass all over the path, glinting as he died. Charming. ;-)
James - I thought so :)
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NyNy - thanks I'll take a look, although I'm not writing much at the moment.
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