The Perfect Retreat

As I write this I think about society and its obsession with science and proof. People are always trying to prove things, but some things don’t require proof. One just has a knowing about whatis.

It was elegant and diaphanous, with a touch of the goddess about it when Willow let her hair down.

It’s an act of civic duty to be as well presented as you can be,

When you know you have all day ahead of you and you’re lazy in your movements and you don’t quite want to wake up.

Any resolve she might have had to tell Merritt that their clandestine kiss on the stone bench was a terrible idea disappeared.

‘Well if that is the panacea you need, then do it. Idle hands are the devil’s work and all that,’ said Thornton.

Mistakes are lovely actually. I’ve made so many, and from them I pushed myself to be better.

he would think her greedy if she got a tray and piled it high with tasty morsels to take back to her bedroom.

It sat in the corner of her adolescence, in turn berating her and scaring her until she finally laid the ghost to rest – or Johnny did, so to speak.

Anyway, she had no idea who she was any more, so why should anyone else claim to know her?