by Alison Harper (Author)
He feels her start to write. Creating all of the letters first. There are four of them. Two swirly ones and two harsher ones. He reddens as he starts to realise what she’s writing. He smiles because he’s wanted to hear her call him this. She’d promised him, once, that this is what she’d make him one day.
As she goes over and over the letters, he knows she’s taking care with each one. He knows that each of them will be perfectly sized, perfectly formed, perfectly red.
