Chapter 8: Drops
It’s not about surviving the storm it’s about dancing in the rain. We’re all going to get splashed at some point.
Frank sang in the background.
“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you”
She sat alone in the most romantic city in the world
Chapter 7: Sip
Keep pouring, keep pouring. The glass is full but we keep pouring when maybe, maybe we should stop and take a sip.
They kept singing, tweeting, talking, whatever it is that birds do. It’s supposed to be beautiful but to her rum clouded head, it just seemed annoying. She lifted her head from the pillow and then sank right back down. Sleep crept back in as did the birds. Her ginger cat friend had decided to acknowledge her and snuggled onto the bed.
Chapter 6: Gravity
It’s not about the falling down, it’s about getting up.
That’s what her ski instructor used to scream at her as she sobbed in the snow, desperately searching for the upper arm strength to get her back to vertical. Tough love. He was right, messing up is easy but getting back in the game is hard.
Chapter 5: Bridges
She turned onto a street which barely hosted her shoulders. The walls reached up high and surely, the neighbours could have touched hands from window to window had they have wanted too. Bed sheets swayed above her and there was a harsh screech from the old dear pulling in her washing line. She hastily scuttled through the alley with a fear that if somebody came in the other direction, they would have to awkwardly pass each other chest to chest.
Chapter 4: Gondola
Chapter 3: Dottore
Chapter 2: Winks
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