. The soft fullmoon’s glow highlighted his greying hair. How many time had she imagined running her delicate fingers through it? How many times had she thought about telling him? Now standing together in the darkness, her feelings were a pure paradox. She just couldn’t tell what she wanted… Else than for him to break…… Continue reading Dangerous… Part 2
. Day two started rather smoothly. A three weeks tour around Denmark is a marathon, not a sprint and we figured we didn’t need to be out and about as soon as the sun rose, although I was awake when the first rays appeared over the horizon. We left the apartment a little before noon, […]…… Continue reading An evening at Tivoli Gardens… – The Turtle’s Journey…
She left the empty glass in the kitchen sink, and poured the black brew in her favorite mug. She wondered if she should call Valérie, but it was still a little early for a Saturday morning, and she wanted her thoughts to be a bit clearer, before she got interrogated. Because that’s exactly what…… Continue reading Last night… part 2.
I still stand on my stilettos when I get past the clinic’s door. No turning back now, it would really look bad to run away now that I am at the reception desk. I know damn well that my appointment is scheduled for 11am though it is still just 9:50am, but I try to…… Continue reading M – Part Two
Cyranny's Cove 