TJ Wilde Trilogy · Duxbridge Mysteries · Jennifer McCaffrey Mysteries
I was walking along the beach when I looked up to see an old love running toward me.
I was jolted. I looked into his eyes, unbelieving.
He nodded a smile without any recognition.
I was not surprised.
Decades of life and thousands of miles separated us.
And while he was precisely where I thought he would be, I was two thousand miles from anywhere he expected me to be.
So I walked on as he ran on.
There is something about a winter sky.
The incredible beauty.
The pause.
The anticipation.
All things seem possible.
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It could never work
We are from two very different worlds
Your family would never approve
And you would never fit through my door.
But, oh, what a kiss.
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Beauty. I was walking through my day, marking my time in all the usual ways.
Then in one moment, I looked over, and everything changed. The ordinary became the extraordinary, the drab flashed and refuse became art.
Inevitably, it was fleeting. As a good steward of the planet, I recycled it.
At the end of a crappy day, I needed a warm lift.
I set my little espresso machine to go and went to shed my work clothes for my comfy on-the-couch-clothes.
When I returned, there was no doubt who understood me, who knew what I needed to brighten my dreary day.
Not a bouquet of flowers. Not a cheery card.
No, it was a cup so pretty, I almost couldn’t drink it.
But of course, I did.
Annie DeMoranville 