Nicky Webber’s Reviews > Confessions of Love > Status Update

"What do you mean?" I frown. "You didn't say it was dangerous." I shift in my seat, feeling uneasy. I don't want to annoy ancient spirits. It's not worth it. "Maybe we should turn back."

"I'm late!" My heart pulses throughout my body as leap from the bed in an adrenalin rush, grab my underwear strewn across the apartment carpet, and scramble into my dress.
"Don't go. Stay a little longer," he pleases like a reticent child.

"This handcrafted masterpiece glows with magical allure, in stark contrast to my drab surroundings. Ayden was right. Craftsmanship is all but lost. High-tech mass-production delivers characterless, bland substitutes, unable to withstand ten hot summers, let alone tortured centuries of physical abuse.

After two days of peace, I randomly merge my mind back into the madness of the surrounding world by clicking on my phone and cruising through gossip, click bait and the boring outrage of ordinary people.