“And then came Mrs Fletcher, snapping her scissors, the soft scrunch of the blades through thick hanks, the gradual sensation of lightness. Now every scrap of hair that Powell had touched was gone.” LoveWarDeathDramaDestructionPtsd Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things
“Walking back in the lamp-stained dark, the duckboards greasy and glittering with frost, she wanted to sing, she wanted to scream, she wanted to make love to him, she wanted to die.” LoveWarDramaDestructionLiterary Fiction Authors Book:Blasted Things Source: Blasted Things