The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

Caroline sat next to the pool, a glass of champagne in her hand. From what I could tell it was her fourth glass in the hour we’d been there. She didn’t appear to be all that interested in the reality TV aspect of the show, instead making the most of getting a free holiday with free champagne, but then I could have been wrong. It wasn’t as though she’d spoken to any of us since she dumped her suitcase in the room she’d been told was hers and even then it had only been a disinterested greeting. To be honest I wasn’t certain I actually wanted to talk to her.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.