He saw her inside the Station, with a golden ribbon in her hair. He swept her a bow; she curtseyed in acknowledgment. Every day they passed one another in the same place. He bowed, she curtseyed, but they never spoke. They shared nothing but a smile. At an antique fair one day, he found a brooch, a little gold bow… Read it
Sandra is a writer of fantasy fiction and a member of the Clockhouse London Writers' Group. She has had stories published in Scheherazade and All Hallows magazines and is currently working on a series of fantasy novels.