Pink HairChapter 5 Bill
It was gloomy, with black clouds looming. I didn't doubt a thunderstorm was threatening; we'd had a hot weekend. ' Three fine days and a thunderstorm' – typical English summer weather. Perhaps I should say 'stereotypical'. Lexie stood clinging to my hand like a drowning man to a life-raft and we half watched the ducks ignoring the bread thrown to them by enthusiastic children. Her harshly indrawn breath alerted me to their approach and we both got to our feet and walked round the pond...