Polly Sinclair

Freshly Squeezed Orange juice

 

She stretched out her arm across the bed. A fleck of gold from the lapis lazuli beads still around her wrist caught the light and momentarily dazzled her.

Shane sighed heavily in his sleep but she had woken early; visions of missed trains and broken heels disturbing her slumber.

The clock blinked to 6:39 and she knew it was only a minute before the alarm would sound. She relished the blanket of peace and tranquillity that enveloped them.

Today was the day. Everything had been leading here and in just a few hours she would finally know her fate.

About the Author

Polly is a busy lady with lots of jobs, a couple of children and a dog called Jelly! Usually a short story writer, she’s diversifying with really short stories and a novel just to mix it up!

Published July 26 2016