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Home Fires (ITV)+1
by cassanabaratheon
It is not a violent seizure of desire, there is no wooing like in the films or lovelorn pining. But that does not mean they aren’t aware of the way it crept upon them, a slow dawning, that gently enclosed them.
Home Fires+1
by cassanabaratheon
Alison stares at the Jack Russell cross that is currently scampering on the floor of her study then, with brows arched high, she looks at Teresa who has not stopped smiling since she brought the little dog home.
Home Fires+1
by cassanabaratheon
It’s unbearable, the anticipation and agony of wanting, waiting, hoping. The shooting thrills of being so close followed by the crushing knowledge that it was not close enough.
Home Fires
by beatricelacy
Teresa tapped her feet impatiently, glancing up at the clock above the white board. It was way past six o’clock now, and she sighed in annoyance. She’d been waiting for Stan Farrow’s mother all evening, she had specifically asked him if she could talk to her – he’d really struggled with his reading this year because of his dyslexia but had made so much progress lately, and she wanted to talk to Mrs Farrow about how he could keep up the good work. She was due to come see her at quarter to six – it was parents evening, and the last appointment, but it didn’t look like she was going to show up now, and Teresa was finding it hard to hide her disappointment.
Home Fires+1
by cassanabaratheon
“On the whole,” Frances said as she pulled back the bedcover and hopped in, wriggling for a moment as Sarah rolled her eyes waiting for her to settle down. “I think that went rather well, all things considered."
Home Fires
Home Fires+1
by cassanabaratheon
Then she heard the words that she had, for her entire life, worked so tirelessly to avoid, spilling out of Frances Barden’s mouth, so simply, so carelessly, as if those words did not lash at her harder than any whip.