Our paths crossed as inevitably they would in a small town. Over coffee we talked, again and again, the bottom of the cups always appearing before the end of our words. Best friends like none we’d ever known before.
Then Cupid spied us, shot a single arrow grazing us both.
Sandra James writes from a rural property in Heathcote Victoria, Australia. Her second collection of short fiction, Black Rain and other stories, will be released on Kindle soon.
