Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Ah, nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Grace
DeleteLove her walking in with another suit!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm
DeleteNice job, Ruby! It's a great little story, start to finish.
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine for your encouragement
DeleteThank you so much for your kind words Jo
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