"A farmer's wife allows an unusual relationship - and enjoys it, too!"
Nelle balanced the heavy basket of wet clothes on the ample curve of her hip and shielded her eyes against the late day sun. Grasshoppers flicked through the grass around her, a humming buzz of life in the emerald green....
"Tonight, a priest must guard his own soul instead..."
“Father…” came the whisper, soft as a feather, warm as honey. I woke in confusion, searching for the illuminated red of the clock, finding nothing. The bedroom was a well of darkness, a void of light that had no end....
my pen has paced this paperback and forthtracing things I've said beforeback and forthrepeating what I'm afraid to sayyet free to writeI love you, my darknessI'm addicted to the pleasure that you float me ina bubble in the glass of...
Rain pattered against the high windows of the cozy little library on the third floor of Beaulac Manor. Fredric Beaulac, master of the estate, sat in his favourite wingback chair, one leg crossed loosely over the other as he read...
It was late in the day. I was sitting alone on the front steps of my apartment building, the cold cement numbing my ass and sending a chill down my legs. The wind blew and in the midst of the...
She slowed as theypassed the brazen store displaythe window flaunting all its waresHe saw her lookinggingerly touching with her eyesthe leather, slippery seal belly black,the rings that hung, eager(her imagination heard their silver tinkle)and the stars that twinkledan abundance of...
How could she be so forgiving? I didn't understand... Caught with the evidence of my secret on my face, my body, and in my hair, I was frozen by her stare as she stood in the bedroom doorway, eyes wide...
Eddie loved to take her hand,like the gentlemen of yore,and with a flourish that was grand,kiss each silver ring she wore.Friends often wondered why it washer hand alone for which he bowed,but he would only say "it doesnot fit for...
The breeze was low, sweet with blooming lilac and heavy with the evening dew. Piper stood in the open french doors that led onto the back porch, her arms laden with blankets. She inhaled deeply, savoring the summer air. There...
It wasn't the lemonade stand itself that caught my attention, quaint as it was. What kid sells lemonade anymore? It was the girl watching the kids running it. Although I couldn't really call her a girl. She could have been...