My place was rarely spotless, but I'd blitzed it before I'd left so I had a nice clean place to come home to. But it just looked lonely.
I'd unpacked the car, dumping everything in the middle of the living room floor to deal with later, probably tomorrow, when I wasn't so tired, then I went and collected the mail.
As I'd expected, there was a handfull of postcards among the assorted bills and junk mail, and I dropped down onto the couch to read them all.
Stupid, that I thought they could possibly do justice to the three weeks I'd just lived. They were like a candle light to the sun.
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Stardust (Complete)
ChickLit2016. I met a boy with a whole universe inside him, his eyes full of shimmering stardust, like windows into his soul, shining so brightly I could barely look into them for more than a second. His body was like a bridge between the physical and spiri...
