It is strange that something so simple as a string, so small and delicate, could make a bad day good.

It felt like, as I gazed down at it, that it was the only thing in life I could control.

I also felt like the string was a microcosm for the universe t…

Fiona always wore socks that went half way up her legs. I remembered that about her.

It was a common theme to her look and as the fashion of stockings progressed so did she.

Sometimes it looked like galaxies climbing up her calves and I adored it for re…