From Lost Scarf to Told Tales

A Gentle Start to Reported Speech

The wind was relentless, a biting January gust that seemed determined to steal every bit of warmth from the city.

Sarah huddled deeper into her coat, her hands shoved into her pockets, as she hurried towards the bus stop. She was late, and her boss wasn’t known for his patience. As she turned a corner, a flash of bright red caught her eye. It was a beau…