Slippery Stories

Megan smiled as she walked along the street. Her mind was full of memories of doing so previously, how she had slipped on the wet moss that covered the pavement, and how George had saved her. Her mind drifted back to the suggestion that a 'slippery when wet' sign should be in place and how thoughts had turned to other times when her body might need similar warnings posted. She also remembered how he had dropped off his do...

It was still light, but dusk was casting long shadows across the room; as the sun fell, the temperature followed suit, so we’d closed the French doors and lit the wood burner, which crackled gently in the background as we chatted. We were occupying either end of the sofa, nursing our third glass of wine each after a supper of quiche and salad. There was a charge in the air, relaxed but expectant, the sense that we were pr...