<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Little on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/little/</link><description>Recent content in Little on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/little/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dahlia and Robyn</title><link>/stories/2021/09/18/dahlia-and-robyn/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/18/dahlia-and-robyn/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I found myself walking towards her. I was on auto-pilot, it was as if I was walking to a friend I haven’t met in a while. I stopped right in front of her, probably closer than she would have been comfortable with, however, that smile never left her face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hey,” she whispered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hey there,” I smiled back, “So where are you heading off to today?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh” she took a moment to think, “I’m just popping into town, just wasting the day really, my room-mate wanted the place to herself.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dahlia and Robyn</title><link>/stories/2021/09/18/dahlia-and-robyn/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/18/dahlia-and-robyn/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dahlia!&amp;rdquo; A familiar voice screamed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It came from Margaret, Malcom&amp;rsquo;s wife and co-owner of The Red Lion. She stormed to our table and wrapped me up in an inescapable hug.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It feels like ages since you were here last!&amp;rdquo; She rested her head on mine and pulled me into her large breasts. Margaret was a person who held her heart on her sleeve, it was almost impossible for her to hide any emotions and she firmly believed all problems could be fixed with her hugs. I looked across the table to Robyn, who had the world&amp;rsquo;s largest smile I had ever seen on her face. After a few seconds, the older lady finally let go of me and walked over to Robyn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>