Julie Berry

Hazel Windicott lived right above the King’s Whiskers. Did that make her, perhaps, a nose?

When do I get to return the kiss you gave me?

But Hestia could never be . . . Aphrodite.

You’re a brand-new piece of sheet music,” she said slowly, “for a song which, once played, I’d swear I’d always known.”

and instinctively folded the whole bundle under his coat, to the warmth over his heart.

A series of little explosions began firing throughout her brain, and spread quickly elsewhere

He bent and kissed her forehead.

This one, she decided. This lad, for me.

“I need a reason,” he said, “to go to the train station. Something to look forward to about that day.”

Besides,” he said, “if I kiss you before then, I may never get on that train.”