Spilling the tea to grams…(MB #8)

I was sat down in grams’ garden on an old-wooden chair warmed by the sun, tea cup in hand despite not being a tea person, waiting for her to bring some snacks for us to enjoy whilst chatting. She’d seen right through me as soon as I’d walked in. Puffy, red eyes that couldn’t hide…

You’re a good person (MB #7)

I woke up with a knot in my stomach, a sensation that something was wrong. Perhaps all the wine I had drank the other night was taking its toll on me. It only took me a few seconds to remember why I had started drinking in the first place and my stomach churned in disgust…

The first encounter (MB #3)

Casually dressed and sporting a messy bun, I made my way to the car to ride into town. The weather gave me the feel of summer despite being in April whilst the smell of wildflowers engulfed me in a magical bliss. I’d never taken the time to admire my surroundings like this before, perhaps because…