"There’s never a right time to leave." Great line! Dangerous game, Ros is playing... One can't help but wonder how badly Tessa reacts to the betrayal once it actually happens...?
So very noir and smooth to read, lured to simple turns and detail
Holy cannoli
I love your style just a paragraph in.
I'm excited.
Recovery, I'm in
I looked around and had to grin for everyone inside I knew, when I go and walk the streets now all I see are damaged people. Head down shoulder on the wheel occasionally looking up to find my beer never seeing much else for fear of all I'd lose if I started to care, surrounded by damage and feeling free, from the wheel, my damage, and all the fear. Damage everywhere so now I'm supposed to care, people, causes and puppies too the misfit toys of days gone by surround
Each moment precious poignant important, a chance
Evolve and leave the world better than I found it
Wisdom and peace was well worth the hell, I survived for good reason, just like everyone else that found good grace and help
Thanks for the inspiration chick
I'll prolly dump my trash on your lawn after each reading of your stuff, well unless you start to stink then I'll ghost ya... 🧐
😂 😂 anyways please try to enjoy the rest of your ____
Just a hell of a storyteller, our Eleanor. (The serialized novel! Who knew I’d be so into it.) C’mon, weeks. Go by so we can see what’s going to happen. I love that I know for goddamn certain it’s not going to be boring, whatever it is.
Dec 17, 2023·edited Dec 17, 2023Liked by Eleanor Anstruther
"The city felt like an ex-lover who claimed he’d hadn’t cared; the streets she knew so well carried on life without her." So many great lines in this chapter, this one especially. And again, Tessa is present,(while Ros is with her therapist) though not in the room. Powerful writing.
"There’s never a right time to leave." Great line! Dangerous game, Ros is playing... One can't help but wonder how badly Tessa reacts to the betrayal once it actually happens...?
I cannot tell you how tempting it is to discuss but I’m going to sit on my hands and shut my mouth till it’s over .....
haha your discretion is commendable :)
More so than Ros’, apparently.
This is making me not want to go cheat on my wife.
This is riveting.
"The city felt like an ex-lover who claimed he’d hadn’t cared."
Bam.
"jump into her grave as quick, would you?"
Boom.
"When she’d said are you sure you’re up to it? she’d only been trying to protect her."
Ros . . . darling . . .
😬🤐
Ah, and now I am all caught up. What a fantastic story this is becoming. I am hooked!
😊
So very noir and smooth to read, lured to simple turns and detail
Holy cannoli
I love your style just a paragraph in.
I'm excited.
Recovery, I'm in
I looked around and had to grin for everyone inside I knew, when I go and walk the streets now all I see are damaged people. Head down shoulder on the wheel occasionally looking up to find my beer never seeing much else for fear of all I'd lose if I started to care, surrounded by damage and feeling free, from the wheel, my damage, and all the fear. Damage everywhere so now I'm supposed to care, people, causes and puppies too the misfit toys of days gone by surround
Each moment precious poignant important, a chance
Evolve and leave the world better than I found it
Wisdom and peace was well worth the hell, I survived for good reason, just like everyone else that found good grace and help
Thanks for the inspiration chick
I'll prolly dump my trash on your lawn after each reading of your stuff, well unless you start to stink then I'll ghost ya... 🧐
😂 😂 anyways please try to enjoy the rest of your ____
Thanks James. Happy reading 🙃
Just a hell of a storyteller, our Eleanor. (The serialized novel! Who knew I’d be so into it.) C’mon, weeks. Go by so we can see what’s going to happen. I love that I know for goddamn certain it’s not going to be boring, whatever it is.
"The city felt like an ex-lover who claimed he’d hadn’t cared; the streets she knew so well carried on life without her." So many great lines in this chapter, this one especially. And again, Tessa is present,(while Ros is with her therapist) though not in the room. Powerful writing.
Thanks so much Jeff.