Love Stories: Tag – Leena Naidoo
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Short Stories
A Distant Love
Godzilla stood, as always - alone, aloof, commanding. Even the two old ladies in front of me were giving him the eye. I couldn’t blame them. He hadn’t changed that much since school except now he wore a long, black leather coat instead of a school blazer and had swapped his school shirt and tie for a black polo neck. His jeans were black too (almost the colour of his hair), making him look even taller than he really was. One thing had changed since school: unbelievably, he looked even more gorgeous – and he knew it!
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