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http://carvillemodelsshop.com She looks over at Hugh. Watches him chew his mouthful of muesli and yoghurt fifteen times, swallow, then sip his water, twice. He has a process for all the food he eats. A mental list of how many times everything needs to be chewed and how much water should be drunk with it for ‘optimum digestive performance’. What happened to him? He never used to be like this. But then she never used to be like this either. All she seems to do now is eat and watch TV. Never goes near a mirror if she can help it.
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http://johanstellerphotography.com She smiles back. ‘It is, very.’ But then she can’t think of anything else to say. She doesn’t speak to anyone much anymore and seems to have lost the art of conversation. When she gets home she’s definitely going to make some changes. She’s still young, only forty-eight, it’s not too late.
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http://johanstellerphotography.com/porn/me-waiting-robyn ‘Let’s skate on the ice, Hughie.’ She can still be spontaneous.
‘I don’t think so. We haven’t got skates and it’s probably dangerous.’ He sticks his hands in his jacket pocket and turns away.
‘Oh, come on, live a little. It’ll be fine.’ Even as she’s saying it Trudy is stepping out onto the frozen sea. She tries to glide her feet but the grips on her boots stop her so she has to shuffle along instead.
‘Come on. Don’t be a stick in the snow!’ Trudy says, turning back to face Hugh.
But he’s walking away. She doesn’t know why she bothers.
‘Hughie,’ Trudy calls.
He turns towards her. ‘Just come on, will you!’ His shout drowns the sound of the first crack.
Amanda Saint grew up on the outskirts of London in a town where everyone always seemed to be going somewhere else. Now she’s a nomad and has lived in many different places in the UK, including London, Exmoor, Brighton, the Lake District, and on a canal narrow boat. She also lived in New Zealand for three years and having an Australian adventure for 2015. A magazine features writer by day, her love is for fiction and her short stories have appeared in various places. Amanda’s first novel is out on submission to agents and her second one is in progress. Find her at her blog on Twitter and on Facebook.