He was tall, but with a thick bottom. She had curves.
He was thin and spiky on top. She was smooth and polished.
He lived with his brothers. She lived with her sisters. They lived close by but were always separate.
They spent a lot of time staring at each other across the dinner table.
Sometimes they would be able to touch, but only briefly.
He was always probing. She was cutting.
Their love story was doomed from the start.
Tales from Tobhamhor 