Long Shorts
A section devoted to my short-ger stories. They’re bite-sized yet long enough to chew on.
Spend time in this space when you feel like a longer read. Or have a minute or two waiting for that mysterious date. For that Uber ride to swing on by. Or just simply because you want to. Because frankly, we all have those moments.
This place is for you.
In His Sunday’s Best
It was a lukewarm afternoon and I was lugging my canvas tote filled with novels that I had conveniently hiked from the friendly neighborhood bookstore. My purse may have been empty but my bag wasn’t. It was filled with romance, fantasy and a few vamps for good measure.
Despite a holey purse and sore high heeled feet, I felt light and excited to start poring into my new treasures.
The moment I turned the corner was when I saw him, the gentleman stranger.
He was in his Sunday’s Best. The white tuxedo jacket. Crisp white shirt. Black bow tie. Black trousers. Glossy brogues. We were at the traffic light. He had caught me staring. I was staring. And he had grinned at me.
“I got you. You think I look good, right?”