There is a sensation in the fingertips. A raw measure of pleasurable pain. The skin it touches is hot from the rush of blood and bold exposure. The turn of a head, the turn of a heart, is solid and heavy. Dependable. She knows she can hold it there and be careful. But the mirror …
fledgling romances
It could have been a date.All the right elements were there. You endured a couple of hours sorting through old, musty records, even though I only picked out one in the end. You smiled softly and said you'd be happy to do it again. We sat in the movie theater watching 3D sharks and sea …
Dixie's Road Trip 