Posted on March 9, 2014 at 14:32
Walking down the village lane, the smell of hay brought it all back. Their summers spent on the farm, the warm afternoons in the hayloft, their moans the only sound disturbing the mice. Anne shook her head at the long ago memory; at their folly, his hay fever, the sneezing.
She stepped up her pace to reach the pharmacy, not wanting to keep her husband waiting and make him crosser than he had been lately. Jason’s allergies had been bothering him this week. She hurried to him, taking… Continue