Keep still! The circular image shook, swooped over immaculately scythed grass, across flower beds fresh with young growth, a flash of bright blue cotton….There…
The watcher’s hand jammed so hard against the branch that the rough bark scored the skin from the knuckles. Yes. Glossy ringlets the colour of autumn leaves, determined little chin, flyaway brows over eyes that must surely be green.
Beautiful. She is so beautiful.
And then the girl smiled and turned, laughing as she ran. The telescope jerked up and a man’s face filled the circle. Hair the colour of autumn leaves, stubborn chin, angled brows, sensual mouth turned up in a smile of delight.
Nick!!!
What was Nick doing with her? How did Nick come here? Did he also turn up here somehow in a different body? Except the colour of th
