The Bracelet
Whip of FireThere had been a February windstorm the previous night and it had left a lot of debris and fallen leaves in its wake, scattered across the otherwise impeccable gardens so before she left for work early that morning, Ms Helen wrote her instructions to her young toy-boy and gave it to Sue. He was to clean up the place. The forecast was bright and dry but very cold and Sue already had laid out his clothes for the day. He had...