*Vespertide: evening
It was a calm vespertide. Humidity pushing up sweat onto skin. Time moving too slow and fueling impatience.
The pot sat on the stove. Flames steadily burned. A nice vespertide meal was cooking.
A young cook sat waiting for the water to boil. Tick, tick, the clock chanted the seconds. After a long day of work the time till food would be ready was far too long.
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I love to write across a wide genre and share some of my fiction through this blog.
In my professional life, I work as a ghostwriter, editor and content creator at Dragon Sisters for a global client base.
I'm a graduate of Bond University. My achievements include being a part of the team that took out the Sally A White Award for Investigative Journalism 2013.
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