She had always maintained a cynical facade, using it as a defence against embarrassment, fear, loneliness… but at the moment she felt unusually vulnerable.

“You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.”

“...she could only wait for someone, something, to free her from the invisible c…”

“These impossible women! How they do get around us!”

“I had to admit the man looked amazing in jeans. The ancient denim clung lightly…”