Thursday, August 30, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
20 minutes past late, hope disappearing quickly, she nurses what remains of her second lime cooler blush. The double heart necklace was an afterthought when she tossed the worthless skewered cherry. Her change purse is gaping wide, available, and a few coins ready for tender.
Lost in her thoughts and not yet aware of his presence, he unobtrusively appears, remorseful, he softly kisses the back of her neck.