Waiting Game
''The moon was speckled like a bird''s egg. It hung reliably in the blackness above Will Turnbull and Nessa Grier who sat side by side on a bench as the leaves fell around them, landing softly on the thick, wet grass. Their knees were just touching, hearts pounding hard.''
Nessa Bruce waits for her husband to come through the double doors. She''d waited for him to return home from Afghanistan for w...
''The moon was speckled like a bird''s egg. It hung reliably in the blackness above Will Turnbull and Nessa Grier who sat side by side on a bench as the leaves fell around them, landing softly on the thick, wet grass. Their knees were just touching, hearts pounding hard.''
Nessa Bruce waits for her husband to come through the double doors. She''d waited for him to return home from Afghanistan for w...
