Josh is in a souvenir shop, looking for trinkets to take back for his niece. He picks up a colourful little glass robin hanging from a long silk ribbon; the sun from the window glows through its faux diamond eyes, its ruddy breast feathers.
Julia would have loved that. If it glittered, gleamed or shone, Julia treasured it. Her house had been stuffed with pretty things, all long since donated to charity.
Josh sighs, and replaces the robin on the shelf. He can’t buy souvenirs for his niece. He can’t see past Julia.
Julia would have loved that. If it glittered, gleamed or shone, Julia treasured it. Her house had been stuffed with pretty things, all long since donated to charity.
Josh sighs, and replaces the robin on the shelf. He can’t buy souvenirs for his niece. He can’t see past Julia.
