Pixie looked at her home nervously before the taxi came. The smoke licked the cold sea air from the seaside town in the next five miles west. She climbed inside, clutching her packed suitcase and favourite stripy bag, and curled up in a ball as the taxi drove towards the busy city. Pixie felt sick, but ignored it and started rereading her letter, until she finally slept.
__________________ Livinginthe80sDarling Audrey Hepburn*1929-1993* ForeverMyIdol. |