Innocent friendship, incessant chatter, constant laughter – that had always been the way they were. Years went by, times changed, people changed; but not their bond.
Of all the gifts, this pebble from one of his swimming expeditions was her favourite.
She’d preserved it for so many years, it reminded her of them.
Leo and I love fiction in all forms. For UBC Day 24,we are writing a 55 Fiction on Pebble.
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.