Jun 18
5 min read
It Started With A Kiss
A 1,100-word story
I negotiated my way across the pub, back to my sister. The jukebox was playing, ‘These boots were made for walking’, which did nothing to improve my filthy mood. I tried, in equal measure, to ignore the boys’ laughter and not to spill my drink — unsuccessfully on both counts. As usual for those days, I was angry. Angry at myself for causing the accident that left one leg needing scaffolding…
