Dusty stood, hands clenched, nails making little red crescents in her palms as she listened to the reverend's perfect monotone reading Psalm 23—Julia's favorite, Julia's choice. Chewing her lower lip, Dusty looked down the sloping hill, past slanting headstones, and saw the procession of cars lin...
I sat and watched them, quietly sketching Dale. We were in the academy auditorium and Black Diamond was practicing on stage. It was going on four o’clock and we’d been there since two-thirty. They were finally gearing up for the finals in April—they had sailed through the semi-finals as easily ...
We raced back to my Kia and I drove like a madwoman, gunning it to run a yellow out of the lot. Rob’s hand moved up my jeans to the apex of my thighs, rocking his hand up and down, back and forth, teasing the hell out of me as he whispered into my ear all of the things he was going to do to me wh...
Dale reached across the table and took my hand. It was clammy and trembling but I didn’t pull it away. “I’m listening.” I was listening. But my eyes were on the door. Every time the little bell over it rang I jumped. “I know this man says he’s your ...
He drove fast, which I loved, shifting as we wound our way up into the hills towards home. I’d only had a few glasses of wine, but my head felt light, and in spite of not knowing what we were going to do about Jay, I was also incredibly happy. When I’d first discovered T...
Ric put his bag down, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Makes me think of La Bohème.” “Does it?” She blinked. “Yeah. Bunch of artists in an attic. Your ‘garret’ is nicer than theirs.” “Well they were starving artists—...