Our Secret Place (introduction) from Is It Today?
Dear Linda,
I found your old diaries this
morning. I sat on the rectory bench where we used to meet, the weak autumn sun in
my face, turning the faded pages of a life filled with love and tears. Do you remember
the tennis courts where we played when we were young? They’re overgrown now, covered
in moss, dying leaves, curling crisps of bronze and gold. Their nets are torn
to shreds, like my heart. I closed your book and thought of all the good times
we had.
I miss you.
Daniel xx
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Linda struggled to cope with life....
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