Freya Roberts
Joined August 2021
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Just a girl, sitting in front of a computer, asking it to write.
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Foolish Belonging
It was always warm during the summer. Not sticky, hot warmth. But golden, roasting warmth where even spending a whole day in the sun couldn’t quench your thirst. It was so insatiable - this sense of warmth, that people would follow the sun, almost worshipping it. They would climb to the top of the hill and as the sun rose and fell they would gather their picnic baskets and blankets, and books and tanning oil and shuffle to where the rays illuminated the stalks of grass. It was a spectacle in itself, but that wasn’t what brought people to Corfu.
By Freya Roberts3 years ago in Fiction