One Foot First : A Short Story.
I am experimenting with some short stories which I will eventually publish I guess! This happens to be one which I wrote in a work-shop recently. Not so much about marriage, as divorce though! One Foot First. By Ned Hoskin . Ange felt the chill of the wind that whisked down the street, whip at her face as soon as she shut the door firmly behind her. She strode onto the street purposefully, although the nerves were working silently at her stomach making her feel heady and nauseous. The Courthouse Building on Main Boulevard in Belfast loomed gray and forboding and only made her stomach tighten more at its imposing sight as she neared. Today would be the end of the past 15 years of hell, a hell which she knew she had helped to create. “ Let me buy you a coffee” . The voice came smoothly enough from no-where and yet it made her heart jump and her hands immediately damp. Looking around she saw his gorgeous brown eyes and dark curly hair framed so natur...