This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa. This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about love.
"It is a lot to take in, I know. I'm sorry." He flicked his gaze from the tomatoes to her, then back to the tomatoes before she could take it as a threatening gesture. Was he being overly cautious? Probably. Was he going to stop? Probably not.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Nile. I will leave you to your garden unhindered." 'Your' garden. He'd given it to her, no question about it.
Picking his way through the weeds, he gave her a wide berth so as to not accidentally corner her on his way back to the house. The shingles still needed work, but he'd get to it another time.
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Date: 2020-09-17 03:10 am (UTC)"I didn't mean to upset you, Nile. I will leave you to your garden unhindered." 'Your' garden. He'd given it to her, no question about it.
Picking his way through the weeds, he gave her a wide berth so as to not accidentally corner her on his way back to the house. The shingles still needed work, but he'd get to it another time.