
The Perfect Gift of Love
The perfect gift of love. Her arrival date was Christmas Day. Her funeral came shortly after. She lived and died inside of me. I cradled
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Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer

The perfect gift of love. Her arrival date was Christmas Day. Her funeral came shortly after. She lived and died inside of me. I cradled

Lucy entered my life when Logan exited it. He’d been unwell for some time. We’d had many years together, our whole lives really. We met

She breathed in the fresh November air, milder than the previous year, her boots squelching in the thick mud as she pushed her pumpkin in

‘Quickly, Ben!’ I glance out the bedroom window, hearing a car drive past. ‘Phew, it’s not her.’ ‘I don’t know why you turn into a

Every Sunday afternoon, as a young boy, Father would take me out to the hills where we would set our boats to sail on the

We were sitting on a metal spoon like an egg, unsteady, any sudden movement about to finish us off. We weren’t going to reach the