He placed them in the side stand along with the washed and paper towel dried camel hair paint brushes, congratulating himself on the purchases. He massaged her arms, bringing life back to them. She pulled the blindfold free from her eyes, blinking in the soft light, the ro...
He brewed my favorite tea; Mountain Tea Song, a sweet mixture of green tea swirled with fragrant jasmine flowers, and handed it to me with a huge organic blueberry bran muffin, dripping with butter and honey. “Why so sweet?” I asked shyly, reaching for the muffin with a smile. “Oh, no reason,” he...
He looked up at the fluttering spring-green leaves of the trees and then glanced at the streaky clouds in the sky. Weather was changing, sure enough. That was life in Seattle. You’d walk out of the house in the morning wearing shorts, glad you brought your rain coat when the rains fell at the end...
I’m going to a Craze tonight. Then, I’ll see to my clients. Maybe I’ll meet someone. Crazes are wild parties. Everyone shows up with an anticipation that anything might happen. And it might. The hosts all try to best one another. At the end of the year they’ll be judged for the “Best Fucking Craz...