"The end of the war street party celebrations, lead to lust, and loathing."
Edith gasped as Ralph entered her.They'd snuck away from the VE Day celebrations, behind the houses into the poppy field, sowed to commemorate the fallen of the last war.A Yank in uniform looked irresistibly handsome through beery eyes.Edith, recalled her...
All of my sensualism is espousedTo the drowning waters that swarm any soul,That soak in those pitiful splendors. Flourishing inside, the color that is me;While the garden’s evening flowersBloom, without anyone to pick them. But descending from spring’s green fireIs a dropping...
"We'll never know"
“Those books and letters are fascinating. My grandfather must have died close to here.”“Yes, he does describe our ancestral farm, as mentioned in my grandmother’s diaries.”“There’s also that cryptic notation in the letters and in the diaries about visiting a...
"It's Libby's turn to have her fantasy fulfilled..."
Kent smiled down at Libby, “You are the best wife a man could have, baby. I’m so lucky to have such a sexy wife who is willing to fulfill my fantasies. You had a good time with Mark, right? Because...
You walk bySwallowing the sky,Where it’s not atAnd neither am I. Lick my woundsWhere overhang,The bloodless battleWhose victory rang. My thoughts I’ve squanderedWhere no one hears,Pain is so silent -Grant me your tears. Laugh at meWhilst I might try,And though it’s cruel,Could you...
The phone ringsYour boss making inquiriesUnaware of my presenceOf my hands slowly slidingOver your bodyYour thighsYour backRemoving your clothesYou answer questionsTry to remain calmYour heart starting to raceA familiar heatAnd wetnessThe feeling of being exposedAs if your boss can seeAs...
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...
As the poppies blink away one by one, I’m reminded that nothing lasts forever.Not the sky above or the meadow below. The words I’ve typed and read in the books spread around me, and the pictures I’ve captured with my camera…...
"The old typewriter had a simple message for them"
“What’s a typewriter doing in a poppy field?” Madeleine asked.“Look’s like my Uncle Horace’s,” Chris answered his fiancee, “Let’s go.”He was horny and impatient, eager to return to his family’s farmhouse. A soft bed was waiting to host their first...
