She almost went down to him, to catch at his hand and feel him close. The day after tomorrow she’d be gone. She tried to imagine Montreal, or even Paris. She felt she should go somewhere French, but she wished she could feel more excited about going. Before she left, she could go to him. At night...
"Driftwood makes colorful flames." Gray added a piece of wood shaped like a modern sculptor's vision of a seagull in flight. "The salt water dries, leaving deposits of minerals behind." A flash of orange illuminated the seagull as Emma studied the flames from her place against the big tree. She'd...
Damn Richard! He could be so fucking stubborn. She’d waited until half an hour before their counseling appointment to call him. Then, when he answered his cell phone, she heard someone on that damned job of his talk in the background. So Richard tells her to wait a minute, and goes on about a dam...
After all, it was their first date, unless you counted prowling through the rain looking for Squiggles. She wondered if he had come to give her the third-degree about Sara, or because he couldn't forget that kiss any more than she could. Wondered if seeing the new rail on her porch had irritated ...