The pretty young woman dropped her glove on the pavement. As she stooped to collect a young man beat her to it.
“Let me get that for you. It’s bad luck to pick up a glove you’ve dropped.”
He handed her back her glove and received a big beaming smile in return. The woman tilted her head slightly to the side and said. “Thank you.”
The young man was taken aback by the reaction. He was called Keith Stone and his experience with the other sex was limited to a few stolen kisses at school dances. Continue reading “The Flame that never dies”
Boadicea's Chariot 