by Astrid Holm
Donna checked her make up in the rearview mirror, carefully applying a fresh layer of lip-gloss. Smoothing down blonde hair, she swung out of the Audi and jumped, as the wind slammed the door behind her. She clicked the central locking, -enjoying the satisfying chirrup and clonk sound, before dropping the keys in her handbag. Yoga mat tucked under arm, Donna glanced at her watch. She was right on time, perfect. Read more …