Writing Weekends

She was a mystery wrapped up in the classic novels of the past, buried in books and loaded with coffee. Nobody knew her name, only her favourite book. She dreamed of castle on the clouds, righteous men, hovercars and talking animals.

She questioned her purpose in this life, what she would achieve and how everyone else achieved it. The stars in her eyes and whole world in her grasp, yet with no one to share it with. Hidden beneath blankets of comfort of cardigans and layers of hair across her eyes.

Perfectionist and grade A’s, she was untouchable. That was until he came along, it was always him who showed her the world beyond the page. Making her fantasy’s a reality.

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