I took part in another writing collaboration with Peter Wyn Mosey:
She saw him. She hadn’t been expecting it. He was walking along the street, hands in his coat pockets, face turned up to the bright autumn sun. He looked happy. Happier than anyone should look. Happier than anyone had a right to in this world.
Read the rest: Writing Collab #16: Passing By
Aspasía S. Bissas