onebadhobbit

...because I would smile back at her.

No story about midnight eyes, per se, just that a person who cheers me deserves a cheer or two back in that same direction….genuine ones, of course. Noticing all twenty things are well worth doing. Especially drinking mor water. Damn I wish I could.

Dion

Sorry it wasn’t me i haven’t lived in Wellington all my life. i come from England and have lived in Hamilhole, & Wellington & now back in Uk so i can travel round Europe! good havin European passport.
your writing style sounds very appealing & different !

is this, per chance, the sister of Silas? Who in form two was the meanest boy from the mean streets of Khandallah (Waru St, I believe) whose parents had an outdoor spa, where skinny 12 year olds would soak and pretend to talk like men (as if they new a what they were) and run up the zig zag steps and back again, to experince the benign,and tantalising exhiliration of wet/hot- cold-wet/hot; bodies steaming, like auras; whose house was full of taxidermy, and other mysterious chaos, whose brother knew Bob Dylan, or at least listened to him, and sparked my curiosities (and who now makes shit hot shirts all akimbo); Silas who was meaner than a greaser, and taught us about Bryl Cream. Just curious. Not many of those last names around. Are you?