"First love is never forgotten."
It was my escape. I'd go there to think, to write, to dream. He worked for the farmer next door. One day he wandered over and it became a habit. We'd sit and talk for hours. Romance bloomed and after weeks...
I’d been watching the woman on the opposite balcony. Each morning she would strip naked and follow a yoga routine.I pulled a chair to my window and settled with my heels on the windowsill.I could see her lithe body glinting...
Dorothy yawned. Stupid magic poppies. Really, she should know better by now.“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...”She looked around, wondering where Toto had disappeared to. The lion let out a burp. Not a good sign. Nor were...
"Our couple remember those before them"
I wore a retro forties style dress complete with traditional stockings and suspenders.Alain a vintage suit, double-breasted with wide lapels and a Fedora hat.Deep into the poppy field with its mass of crimson colour, we stopped at a fallen tree...
In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. “This is the end, my love,” he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their...
"Gaia meets her soul mate!"
Gaia came across him in a garden of red poppies. He was typing on an anachronistic typewriter with books at his side.She was surprised when he looked up and actually saw her — few ever could. He didn't look away...
Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming.She loves it. I love her. I want her.I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it.We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect....
"Playing is always more fun than working."
We had come to this field of poppies to work on our story.As I typed, she began to play instead.Lowering her dress to be on display, I couldn’t help but notice as she played.I tried to type but she had...
