Our first date was at an ice cream parlour, one of the fancy ones in central London. The floors were all neatly patterned with small black and white diamonds. Ornate glass light shades hung from the ceiling, filling the shop with a warm glow. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to read the blackboard filled with their flavours, decorated with cute chalk ice creams. The board was too high up to read the handwriting from far away; everyone had gathered around the bar waiting to catch the eye of the...

I was in the garden, hanging up wet clothes, when my Mother's cries pierced the calm spring air. I looked up from the basket of wet clothes to see Father storming out of the house, his face hard and unreadable. I tiptoed into the house as mother continued to wail. I stood at the bottom of the narrow stairs looking up to the second floor. I didn't need to go up there to know why she was crying. I tried to push my legs to make their way up the stairs and to my mother, to comfort her, to make...

The tulips and bleeding hearts swayed as the knight walked past them, towards her shrine, Golden flowers in hand. The chimes sang a delicate melody to announce his arrival. The knight's armour shimmered as he stepped into the dark hall. The sun shone on him from behind, casting a halo around him when he took off his helmet to reveal a familier and friendly face that had not changed since the goddess was free to roam. He gazed upon the altar where a golden statue of the goddess lay leisurely....