Finding my voice - maybe

After last night's post, I've spent a goodly chunk of today exploring a way of expressing what I found so difficult to say, and, not for the first time, it's been by trying to fictionalise the scenario. The story I'm working on was one I'd started quite a while back, but which lacked much direction. When I was thinking of a 'new' story to help me get past my reticence, this particular fragment came to mind, and has been expanded considerably, and given a new focus, over the course of today. It's still got a long way to go, and, given my habitual indolence, it might never come to fruition, but we'll see.
That apart, the only other news of the day was a shopping trip at lunchtime to our regular supermarket, with a few cuties to sweeten the pill. One little blond thing, left to look after the trolley while his dad went searching for some item or other, and wearing a chunky winter cardigan with toggle fastenings, particularly caught my eye - I could easily envisage undoing those toggles, slowly and sensuously, one by one. Revolting to the majority, no doubt, but only extant in my head rather than reality, so I'm not inclined to be too worried.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B