I saw Pete Thompson thirty-four days ago and can't shake the image from my mind. He didn't look much different to the days when I learned to hate him ?± except the beer gut. His blond hair had lost the shine that made him popular years ago, and fell in no particular style over his football shoulders.
His fashion sense hadn't changed and I was surprised he didn't boast the black moccasins he once adored. Although the stretch acid-wash jeans ?± stuck. He'd worn them with a smirk after making me change into what he deemed suitable. Something that hid the curves he didn't like and promoted those he did
I don't think he saw me.
Tiggy Johnson began telling tales as a youngster when she told her mum her brother had hit her. With maturity, she developed skills to make stuff up that doesn't necessarily come true. Her science degree and past life as an insurance loss adjuster did little to prepare her for her work as a stay-at-home mother, writer, family historian, past editor of literary magazine Page Seventeen and most recently, small-business woman, one of three owners of Charm Packed. Her short story collection 'Svetlana or Otherwise' was released in 2008 and her poetry collection 'First taste' in 2010. Tiggy lives south of Brisbane with her husband, Bryden, and their children, Hamish, Claudia and Dylan.
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