I am not lonely, you are lonely. Shut up!!
Josh put down his beer, distantly aware that it was somehow to blame for the conversation he was having.
His life had been hard and he’d become hard as a result, and so was infinitely unprepared for Debbie.
“Janet, hi, I’m so sorry to just call you out the blue like this. I… I know it’s been a while.”
She’d broken his heart one too many times and now, like Humpty Dumpty, there was no putting it back together again.
But then the light came in, a golden hand reaching down to lift him from his prison and bring him back to life.
The barmaid was a tired-looking girl, probably in her mid-20s after a shower, but in that moment she could have been anything from 19 to 47.
His muscles all tensed and he opened his mouth to scream, but the rushing air caught the sound in his throat and he stifled.
Concert by D.I. Jolly The war started at 2:34 pm while George was at work. He wasn’t a simple man, but he enjoyed the simple life. He took pleasure in the small things, sunsets, hot coffee on a cold day, the high notes his wife Susanna could reach, when she’d had a couple of glasses…