Caution to the Wind

“I always throw caution to the wind,” she said, throwing her head back involuntarily.

Photo by Isabelle Taylor

Hilda felt like the day was being washed away from her. It looked like midnight in the early summer evening and her thin sundress was stuck to her like film and showed everything. The sight of her own dark nipples through the dress was mortifying, but she walked to the bus stop nonetheless. At least maybe she could get the express bus and be…



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