Serendipity: love and other adventures

For me they had been pretty hedonistic times with just enough common sense thrown in to keep me out of trouble. It appeared to be different for him.

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Raising August

I wasn’t a wild child really – but there were six teenage boys growing up right next door.

My Best Friends Brother

Mr and Mrs Wilton were raising a house full of boys into men, right next door to me, and when you sat at the dinner table with them, which I did often, the fragrance of male hormone mixed with sweat and dirty socks was intoxicating to a fourteen year old girl.

Drink, drink and be merry…or not!

‘Alice, you keep missing a step, salt then lemon — and listen, he’s not worth the hangover you’re going to have in the morning.’

The gatekeeper and the boy next door

We were about six when The Wilton’s moved in next door. Yes, I know – who does that to their child? Wilton Wilton! The youngest of six boys, I guess they’d run out of names by the time Will came along.

The sweet stench of lollipops and love unrequited

Alice thought it hilarious, when I recounted my day from hell over drinks at Charli Browns. I couldn’t see the funny side myself and shot her a look that could kill as she plucked candy floss from my hair

A Disastrous Liaison

What could be more disastrous? It doesn’t bear thinking about. I didn’t want to go to Mary Hill-Martins birthday party in the first place.

Have you got Moxie?

He just smiled back and turned his face to the sun, resting back on his elbows. A great body, great smile, cute as hell! There had to be something wrong with him, surely, nobody’s that perfect.

The Tailor’s Daughter

Nobody expected that a young girl from Framlingham could make her mark on the competitive Paris Fashion Week Haute Couture runways.

Bumble is Not My Name

I did continue to drop things and stumble when I was nervous, and even sometimes when I wasn’t! But not once after leaving my high school years behind did I ever feel small again.

Bury

Daily Prompt: Bury She buried her face in her hands and cried. This is not the life she had imagined. Her childhood dreams were dashed; all she could do was put on a brave face and keep going. People depended on her. The white picket fence, surrounding a perfect little cottage with lavender edging the…