Cuthbert looked at the mirror, though it was almost more frame than mirror, with a fussy whorl of curls and flowers spreading around the edges.
A young man stood in the middle of the frame.
A dashing young man.
He had smouldering eyes and near chiselled features and, undoubtedly, minty-fresh breath. He waggled his eyebrows at Cuthbert. Cuthbert turned away, giggling coquettishly.
M. J. Magee
Don’t call me Ishmael. It would be wildy inaccurate. I’m a web developer writing my first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. Um, probably the first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. When not writing profiles about myself, I read, build websites, watch Netflix, and sleep. Lots.You may also like
