Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. She lounged against the cream leather interior that ran the full width of the car, crossing slender thighs with languid grace. My first mistake was acknowledging the theatrical gesture, glancing at the magnetic, if fleeting, gap that formed, imagination sparked. A vacuous harlot she may be, but there was no denying her incredible allure."Hotel," she called over my shoulder.Gareth dutifully indicated, pulled away from the kerb and raised the privacy screen as she raked blood-polished nails.Read More
