No Need for Mistletoe
A Christmas story by Carmen Anderson “She is the love of my life,” Colin tells his bathroom mirror as he shaves ready for work. It’s dark outside, the wind howling through the empty streets. The problem, he muses, is that he has only had a few brief conversations with Colette. He remembers every word, the...
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