Sunday, 22 November 2009 07:56 Last Updated on Sunday, 22 November 2009 18:32
Brittney’s Present
Martin hunched over the bar, poring over a lifetime’s puzzle; an untouched pint and a recently lit cigarette perched on an oversize ashtray were his only companions. As he lifted his hand to write the skin on his arm adhered slightly to the tacky wooden surface and he sighed; did they ever clean this place? There was little point complaining, if he did water would be sloshed across the surface and he’d be unable to continue the completion of the matrix. Brittney constantly played on his mind.
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This is a gentle tale, written for a specific audience, very few of whom would visit this website. However, you may enjoy it, mixing the odd tear with a few smiles is never a bad thing! It's written under my nom de plume.
s is a true story, but I have switched the tale and written it from my wife’s point of view, as I felt this may appeal more to female readers. As it is written from a woman's angle I use a nom de plume, Anya Kidd, which derives from both my wife’s family name and a friend I haven't seen for a while from Germany.