After a long break from writing, I've finally felt the urge to write again. I'm not going to attempt any new chapter fics anytime soon, 'cause I just know I'll never get anywhere with them, but I'm getting started with some drabbles and maybe some long one-shots.
Ros' taste in men had never been great.
No, that's a lie. She always dreamed of the perfect man; tall, handsome, a good speaker, good in bed. Life made her choose to settle for less.
When she was younger a boy called Tom taught her to dance, even if he didn't live up to her every expectation, she'd always remember him for that.
So why now, lay on a cold bed in an apartment that wasn't her own, did she realise that her bad taste in men wasn't her own fault? The choices she made weren't her choices.
At least this one had a tailored suit.
I'm having problems with the edit/preview page, so I'm sorry if this looks a mess.
Reviews would be fantastic.