The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life

In riding a horse, we borrow freedom

You don’t have to drink this,” I said, handing him the champagne. “But Sandy might like it”.”No,no. Come on, let’s have some,” he grinned, popping the cork, taking a swig from the bottle and passing...

I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn’t know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn’t have loved her more.