Ch 17 SS: The Day is not over yet.

Ch 17 SS: The Day is not over yet.

The day is not over yet. The thought hit Sally, as she closes the door to her room. She shakes her head slowly, and smiles. Her optimist grandmother always said this to her. Sally can hear her raspy voice. She drops her purse, scarf, coat and kicks off her ankle...
CH 15 SS: He did what?

CH 15 SS: He did what?

Sally leaned in, her elbows on the table and chin resting in her hands. She didn’t know for how long he’d been sitting there, eyes closed, and with curiosity she watched the face just across the table. His lips protruded slightly, as if expecting a kiss or...
Ch 13 SS: And then, the plot thickens

Ch 13 SS: And then, the plot thickens

Dusk was falling over Paris. Sally tried to hail a taxicab from the curb to no avail. Rick stepped into the street, as if his size could command a car to stop. A few honking horns and hands in the air pushed him back onto the walkway. Sally laughed, Paris traffic is a...
Ch 11 SS: When in Paris…

Ch 11 SS: When in Paris…

Rick is on fire, his head behind the screen, fingers tapping away. His breath is audible. Sally watches him. What she can see from behind the screen anyway. His unruly hair. His concentrated fixation on the screen. She’s hungry. She nods at the bartender. He...
Ch 9 SS: Lip Talk

Ch 9 SS: Lip Talk

My breath is narrowed down to one long sigh. Sally pauses, trying to steady the tremble in her voice. She be damn she picked this response to Rick’s poem. For a red mouth that burns my thoughts like fire; When will that mouth draw near and make reply To one...