Don Harrison wandered in the short aisles of The Finery, a classy shop that featured pots and art and other things he didn't care about. The shop was filled with boring, light music, and the scent of flowers or something lingered in every corner. Waiting for him. He slouched through the rows, fingering with tasteful disdain the works that looked like . . .
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Saturday, July 13, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
An Adventure
She'd never felt quite like this. When she saw him, when she felt him, her heart fluttered and jumped. She was in love.
His swept blond hair, almost white, and his square jaw that broke into a dazzling grin, and the strong arms that wrapped around her and made her feel safer than she ever had before. He smelled right, felt right, sounded right. Without him she would feel empty.
If he went too long between visits, or was too busy at work to spend time with her, she would sulk in her room or on the couch as her two roommates lived out their lives around her.
But then he would appear again, and breathe life back into her.
His swept blond hair, almost white, and his square jaw that broke into a dazzling grin, and the strong arms that wrapped around her and made her feel safer than she ever had before. He smelled right, felt right, sounded right. Without him she would feel empty.
If he went too long between visits, or was too busy at work to spend time with her, she would sulk in her room or on the couch as her two roommates lived out their lives around her.
But then he would appear again, and breathe life back into her.
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