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The Wolf Spinner

Chapter 3 Past Emotions

Word Count: 1620    |    Released on: 21/05/2021

were expressive, waving around as he spoke. She couldn't see whom he was chatting to, but she imagined - knew it was her grandmother. She curled up on the sofa. There was something wrong

? Vanished in a puff of smoke, had

gnancy test. Or whether he could win his son's school fees back at the casino before next week when they were due. Or even the young guy

London, Saffy had managed to talk to the boy, talk him out of jumping. He just needed someone to talk to, someone with a different perspective of what h

purse and headed out to the car. The supermarket was the place to go, lots of people with lots of emotions. She

the people of whose emotions she could see, but the colours swirled around her too. There were many greyish tones, some blue, pink and a tiny gold cloud around a little girl whose birthday it was. We

gentle voice in her head. Saffy looked ar

e way. It was a massive old house, Jacobean she thought, and Saffy glimpsed lovely gardens except the hedges gave way to a tall brick wall, and she could

lovely thick dark hair, and oh my goodness, his eyes. She wasn't one for romantic descriptions, but, oh boy, those cobalt eyes drilled into you, noticing every tiny thing about you. They seemed to see the inside of you as well as what was on the outside

e get a reply? Who knows? Perhaps she could go in and pretend she was there, even make her a cup of tea. It

he key in the door and took

up of tea?" Saffron stood in the hall and

self relax, breathing deep and clearing her mind. Her eyes closed, she concentrated on her breathing. There were noises, crackling, logs falling in the fire, and a stirring noise. Slowly Saffr

rror. The sound of the fire and her stirring faded out. Then the door burst open, and a group of men strode in. Some wore armoured breastplates and helmets, and they surrounded the girl who was screaming as they grabbed her arms and tied them behind her. One man, the one in charge,

Instead of the big table, there was just the window, and of cour

f these men's emotions, who blamed their violent behaviour because they were small in height and were pushy, arrogant, and sometimes downright nasty. These men thought they were inadequate. Men in magazines were at least six feet tall, and just like girls who were desperate to b

nd an American restaurant giving the chef a good telling off. That was undoubtedly grounding. She washed the carpet of tea a

was still on, and some girl in a soap oper

d grabbed the notepad stuck to the fridge. She hoped this would wo

Gra

e bottle. Seeing your 'pharm

es. I think you already know about the vision of the past I had today, and

me live here. I wish

ing Gran

fro

't I feel Ja

morning. It had been a long day, and Saffy made some hot chocolate and went to bed with her romance novel. Saff

g of Jack, who seemed to have a huge dog, which was running around him as he held her in his arms. Jack

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