Hello everyone. Christmas is just a few days away so Merry Christmas. Hope you have a good one. I’m continuing with In Her Image and the next black cloud to ruin Doris’ day has just arrived.
She knew what loss felt like and had no wish to reacquaint herself with those gnawing sensations. Alone was better. It hurt less. There was nothing so wretched as to pretend that your heart wasn’t breaking before a strangers’ gaze.
She scanned the park, looking for another scene to hold her attention. Marcel was still out of sight, but a broad figure strutted along the path in her direction, his belly swinging slightly with each step.
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