A winter wedding. Years passed, they dated and split and left and reunited, but one thing was always constant for Fin, it had to be a winter wedding. And, ten years later, it was.
Now they had daughters, and it was two weeks until their anniversary, just a few days until Christmas, and just a few days after Fin's mother's passing. 'Yes,' said Fin, after they had put the girls to bed. 'Yes, I have to go.' He was packing while they spoke.
3 comments:
it is kind of like reading a barrico. tiny chapters... handy for me.
so fiona is selema's sister?
you're quick robin!
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