Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Wendy’s new man was skinny, red headed, awkward and had a comical, lopsided smile.
It was like he had written his own comedy sketch, and type cast himself into the leading role.
Bridget couldn’t help but like him, she liked the way he had taken ownership of his awkward geekiness.
She was envious of Wendy, but not jealous. That was just not her style.
Remarkably, Beam only side stepped him, a man as vulnerable as a Geisha in Kabul.