Summer project
The train pulled away behind her, leaving her standing in a cloud of steam, which was kindly pulled away by the last carriage. The station was just how she remembered it. Immediately she began her final journey, a brisk walk of over twenty-five minutes along such treasured paths saw her in front of the hostel farm. That too was non-changed in the three years it had been since her last visit. On entering the forever-open main door, there sat Mr Edbury, the elderly owner and only occupant that is...
Erotic