Cold Spring NY

Jemma should have babysat her sister. It was her parents way of punishing her. The woman who sat in her dad’s chair watching TV all night was to Jemma a woodland oaf.

He was a former railwayman and loved the station at Cold Spring. Jemma’s home was a short walk from the station, along a footpath through the woods. He followed her on her journey into the city. Sitting outside a cafe, across the street from her dance studio, he slurped cappuccinos and watched her through glass. He introduced himself on the train ride back to Cold Spring. She was shy at first but liked the experience from the start. His voice stood out above all others in her circle.

Jemma met him at midnight in the woods beyond her parent’s house like he wanted. His eyes rolled with heat from her body. Steel ran through her core and pulled all her feelings together. She told him that she loved him. One of the voices in his near-dead brain replied, ‘I love you to’.

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