FOOD
It was the lowest day of my life. Divorced and alone, I moved my meagre belongings into the rundown cottage. My friends gone, abandoned in my hours of need. A far cry from the two storey home with ocean views.
Despair washed over me and I sat staring at the grubby grey walls. Then a knock at the door.
A small boy stood proffering a plate of crudely decorated cupcakes with a gap-toothed grin.
I think I’m going to like this neighbourhood.
Despair washed over me and I sat staring at the grubby grey walls. Then a knock at the door.
A small boy stood proffering a plate of crudely decorated cupcakes with a gap-toothed grin.
I think I’m going to like this neighbourhood.
