The table on the patio was set, and violets, her favorite, were freshly cut and placed in a vase as blueberry pancakes lay wrapped under a linen towel and the compote kept warm nestled over a tea-light votive. 138 more words
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He was afraid not to look at her. He feared that if he dared to look away, or even blink, she would disappear.
He never once failed to give her the attention she wanted, and maybe that’s why she got bored—bored of the man who’d never surprise her; too devoted, too outdated, too predictable. 73 more words
She read the names aloud as if one would speak to her; it’s me. 46 more words
I will be making a short presentation at the Los Gatos, CA Literary Fair, Saturday, August 22. The Fair is from 12 noon to 3:00 p.m. 25 more words