The candles shone on the girl’s long black hair, which cascaded over her slim bare shoulders. Angela had chosen the expensive strapless dress with great care, after all it isn’t often that a young woman is invited out to dinner in what is, by many considered to be the capital’s top restaurant and with one of London’s leading celebrities to boot.
“Thank you for the meal”, she said fixing her soft brown eyes on those of her companion, “the food was wonderful”.
Angela’s companion heard not a word, for he was engrossed in the conversation of the couple seated on the adjacent table.
“Now how could I use that exchange without being sued?” the writer mused.
The sunlight danced on the becalmed sea. Children’s laughter, including that of her own 2 kids, Molly and John, reached Jessica where she sat on the beach towel.
“Mummy, mummy, play with me”, said Molly, tugging at Jessica’s hand. So intent on her musings had Jessica been that she had failed to notice the approach of her daughter.
“Mummy’s busy dear” Jessica said returning to her writing.
“The sunlight danced upon the becalmed sea. The excited squeals of children playing happily in the waves reached the girl as she lay on her beach towel”, Jessica wrote.