The Standalones

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ken Preston

30 June 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

A man in a top hat and coat tails rode past on a Penny Farthing.

Chloe giggled. “All of a sudden I feel like I’m in a Charles Dickens novel. Is London always like this?”

They were walking hand-in-hand along the city streets, wandering, talking, growing close.

“No, I think there might be some event on, I’m not sure,” Matt replied. “Do you want to follow him?”

Chloe leaned in closer to Matt. “No, I’m happy just walking with you.”

“Same here.”

Enveloped in a warm glow, Chloe had never felt happier. All her doubts about Matt’s feelings towards her had disappeared.


“Can I ask you something?”

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