Short Story: Yielding Joanna
Gareth stepped inside, laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Damien his flatmate was one of those types always quick to question mood, himself a moody man, by-product of being quick to question the moods of others.
“Found this note on my car”, Gareth chuckled; now the laugh seemed wiser, richer. He smoothed out the roughly folded torn half-sheet of lined refill. I…
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