Saving Grace. Part 1.

“What are we doing?” she asked, her voice slurred, barely audible in the wooden corridors of the pub’s exit. Her stilettos sounded as she took each step, holding on to his arms, his jacket warm and fuzzy. Her skirt kept riding up with every step she took but she no longer cared. She was tooContinue reading “Saving Grace. Part 1.”

A dream too real?

Smiling in her sleep, She dreamt her beau cupping her face, Caressing her hair and her cheek, His finger lingering at her lips. She felt a hand up her neck, She brushed away the tickling fingers, Only to wake up, horrified. She was sleeping alone. Graciously Yours! P.S. I hope you love┬áthe new look asContinue reading “A dream too real?”

The Kill.

“Would you care for another drink maybe?” he asked, as they looked on at people dancing on the floor. “No, thank you. I don’t drink,” she replied politely, smiling at the request. “Really? I thought you had to be drunk to be so happy and lively!” “I’ll take that as a compliment!” she said, smiling.Continue reading “The Kill.”