It was a clear, crisp autumn morning

by Cristina Nuta - It was a clear, crisp autumn morning, and the wind made Kate's cheeks tingle pleasantly as she walked briskly to work. Pale sunlight shone the bare branches of the trees lining the road, and fallen leaves moved and made a noise round her feet, while the smell of bonfires staying in the air brought back nostalgic memories of her childhood half a century ago. Her...