Isabelwriter

The pressure hurt more than I'd imagined. My siblings' black stares accused me, but I knew. They were carbon. I would be diamond. @130story

Those Viennese waltzing ladies seemed a vat of egg whites being whisked to meringue: compliant even as their partners stiffened. @130story

Meeting my Brummie builder grew awkward.
-Thatch or slate?
-Style.
-I don’t care about the style. What material, man?
-Style!
@130story