Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

by Jenny Bayliss

it took a special kind of flower to be able to bloom when the weather was freezing and the days were bleak.

“Yes! There is no smell like book smell.” She nodded like a woman who’d sniffed a lot of books.

It had always amazed Nory how one person’s life could be irrevocably changed and yet the world kept on going regardless.

“Only love could wreak this much havoc in my nice, ordered world.”