It had been four months now since Lorenzo Maschioletti had arrived in Stanbury. How things had changed. Leo wondered whether it was because people knew. Perhaps they were jealous. But certainly her friends treated her differently. She sat in the café, hunched over a cup of cold coffee and watched the drizzle floating on the wind outside the window. It always drizzled in Stanbury, but somehow she hadn’t noticed in the last month. It hadn’t mattered.
Great story! I don’t know how you do this, but in each and every story there is always a certain line which one can relate to. Here for me it was the part about the children having grown up and no longer needing their mother’s assistance.
Thank you Santa . Loving these stories very much 😍
Thank you! I’m enjoying sharing them! 🥰
Brilliant as always!!! Thank you xxx
Great story! I don’t know how you do this, but in each and every story there is always a certain line which one can relate to. Here for me it was the part about the children having grown up and no longer needing their mother’s assistance.
Thanks for letting us enjoy your short stories. I look forward to reading them.
Loving these short stories. Thanks Santa xx