The small cottage stands out as a silhouette against the dark night, only distinguishable because the building is darker than the landscape around it. The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the building. A wooden door and glinting window sit beside a net of vines that weaves…
“Olivia, honey, are you alright? We’re not too far away from the cottage wait until you see it it’s a beauty,” said my husband, Clive, to me as we walked down a public footpath with backpacks over our shoulders. All around us were fields of green grass, tall trees, plants, flowers, and the fresh country…
Cliff and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary on the 30th (which was also my birthday), on a private island my family owns. We stayed in our own house near the main mansion. We had lunch at the beach, and then headed to our cottage to rest. Since it was our anniversary, I prepared something…
We were sitting together in the car, quickly gliding along the highway, coasting towards a weekend together and away from all the rules and regulations that stayed in place at home. I turned my head towards him. He was so dark this time of year, like rich dark chocolate. His hair was just starting to…