My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He held his wine glass up to the light, watching thick rivulets of crimson slide down the side of the goblet. “Perfect legs.” It came out a raspy breath, something to murmur in a lover’s ear. I felt like a voyeur watching him twisting and turning his glass, the wine coating the inside of the … Continue reading Red, red wine
"You disappoint me," she said. Folding her napkin, she laid it beside her plate, then looked around the table. "You didn't just feed me to the sharks, you chummed the waters." He watched her rise, but didn't refute to her accusation. She was right. He invited her out to dinner with his friends, knowing they … Continue reading The evening is looking up
Thin spiral notebook 