by jojo52
@ 2006-01-04 - 20:13:13
Arthur placed the bone china cup of afternoon tea on the rosewood table. A fine patina of dust lit by the setting sun as it fell through the window made him tut quietly to himself. Another job for tomorrow. He reached gently across to pat his wife’s hand. He had learnt to be more careful when doing this since her finger had fallen off.
2006-01-06 @ 22:51