Taken At The Flood*

“Where are you, lovely? xxx” Seb’s message comes through at 4.59pm. “At the parentals,” I reply. The phone rings.   “That’ll be my boyfriend,” I say, reaching for it. “Hello?” I say.   “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “How are you darling?” I say, feeling happy to hear his voice. “I seem to have flooded […]