A Time Of Hope - My Weekly
A Time Of Hope Happy anniversary, my darling!” She suddenly realised she’d spoken the words out loud. Fat raindrops spattered noisily against the kitchen window as Anthea opened the washing machine door and posted a load of white sheets and pillowslips. She sighed. It was two years ago to this very day that she and Guy had met. Back then the sun was shining from a clear blue sky. It was almost as if someone had set the scene for romance. Indeed, from the moment they were first introduced their path seemed pretty well set. “Hi. I’m Guy Wexford. I think you’re expecting me. I’ve com...
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