It’s hard to keep a secret like a batch of freshly baked brownies from your boyfriend, especially if they are for his birthday the next day. Our kitchen smelled sweet and the oven still warm, yet I tried to pass it off as a batch of hot chocolate I’d made that drizzly Sunday afternoon. He…
I didn’t mean for it to snow in September. I wasn’t wishing away the last of summer, with its pink wine and ripe raspberries for picking, the grassy scent of a freshly mown park and the dull screech of bike tyres as teenagers scavenged for Pokemon. No, I wasn’t ready yet the skies were getting…