Brooke – Part II

The wind was blowing in fierce, but short bursts, dancing crisp, golden brown and yellow leaves across the crowded station platform. It pecked at Brooke’s cheeks in sharp, short kisses and though she had her thickest coat on, her skin prickled uncomfortably under its lining. She burrowed her chin further into the folds of her purple knitted scarf, until her nose was … More Brooke – Part II