lebaker

Emma looked out from under the shelter of the bus stop, her face shrouded by smoke as she lifted the cigarette from her lips and the glow of its tip gently faded. The smoke blew up around her and swirled away into the night. Rain fell into the dark street so hard and fast, and as she watched it she felt as if the rain was falling in another world, so far away from the dry stillness she resided in. And so she stood, looking out into the road, her heart racing at each sight of a car’s approaching...

A long time ago, before I lost you for the last time , I used to mend your clothes. You became so attached to the things that you l oved . S o, l ike most of the things you owned then, your clothes were worn, not through age but constant use. I had always been very practical in my approach towards life, so when I saw them hanging up in your wardrobe the day you came to stay at home, it was a very natural reaction to want to fix them and make them new again. I started...