......I opened the door to Annika‘s room and saw no one until I peered around the door. Both girls were laying on the bed now with Annika stroking the hair of the girl, whose head was resting on her breast. She indicated for me to join them and, as I lay beside Annika, she continued to comfort the girl with small kisses. The girl, who must have been around the same age as Annika, 20, seemed like a small girl in comparison. And Annika seemed to be treating her as she would a child who had lost her puppy.....
Small snippet of my forthcoming "Notes of a Jobber" to be released in Spring
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