A Toxic Tapestry
Flouncing along the esplanade at Filey, Florrie knew she was the epicentre of several pairs of eyes; she relished the attention. There was ‘dear Albie’ her hopeful suitor waiting at the Lover’s Bench, hat and gloves in hand, moustache standing to attention. There was Eddie, sweating in the gardens of her neighbour’s villa, digging deep…