• The story Part 3

    Part 3 I hope your okay I stare at my phone for what feels like ages, trying to take in what he has sent me, do I reply do I call him, do I just leave it? I dial his number and he answered straight away do you like Ferrero Rocher why someone left them on my doorstep and I don’t like them, I’m asking if you do? I don’t know but I thought you did no I don’t, never really been a fan oh sorry I thought you liked them wait what? the chocolates they were from me why didn’t you just put your name? because I didn’t want you to know they were from me, open the door i’m outside …

  • The story part 2

    Part 2: I decide not to tell him. Not because I don’t want to but because I know him and it won’t make him stay, it won’t change his mind and it certainly won’t fix our broken relationship. I keep telling myself it’s for the best, but I really don’t know what is anymore.  It goes 6 and there is a knock at the door, it’s him. He has a key why doesn’t he use his key? I wait to see if the lock goes, there’s another knock, so I get up and open the door,  Hello I’ve just come to get my stuff Holly Can I not even say…

  • The Story

    So over the next few weeks, I will be posting snippets of a story I have written.  Please feel free to comment to share and anything else you want to do, I look forward to hearing all the comments.  PART ONE: I hear the light go on and the toilet go, it’s 5 in the morning and he’s getting ready for work, making as little noise as he can do not to wake me or the baby, but it’s too late I’m awake and watching him tiptoe around the bedroom. He climbs on the bed gives me a kiss and tells me he loves me. As he goes to walk…