MissAmyLovett

Hers It was a bright though somewhat damp morning, the old streets were covered with flame and gold coloured  leaves – that seemed to lighten up the otherwise dull village - and muddy puddles due to the thundery weather conditions the night before, a typical September morning to all residents. A warm orange glow radiated through the thin cream curtains of the master bedroom and onto the bed rising to rest on it's occupants. Blinking from the sunlight Victor grudgingly opened his eyes – cursing himself for not closing the curtains properly before retiring to bed. Moving his back against the light, he turned onto his side to come