Whispered words tip toe across rumpled linen to nestle in her ear, “A broken heart is beautiful,” he said.
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“Could she get a job?” Roy appeared perplexed. “Why would she?” Who does he think he is? Stella reached behind and slammed the door shut. It was better this than her raised voice echoing through the reception area. Turning, she walked toward the chair behind his desk. She eased into the leather and crossed her long legs. … Read More
1962 Stella set the letter right side up. She didn’t care who read it. Leave them guessing. Besides, her leaving work was nobody’s business. Of course everybody suspected something. She had banked holiday time. Perhaps she’d head south and work on her tan. Kitty, her friend in Orange County, had a small apartment. “Hop on a flight to Los Angeles,” she had said, “I’ll … Read More Stella
A paragraph from a scene titled, Do Right. The setting is a fictional locale – Ardua Pier- where things happen Truth lies in a dream. The dull blast of a horn signaled a ship entering port. He listened as waves lapped against the pylons. The high-pitched sound of a woman’s laughter rang from the neighbouring sugar factory. From a warehouse loft, somewhere high … Read More
~ draft scene Early morning sunlight crept in through the open window and kissed her on the shoulder. He watched her sleep. Studied each soft inhale and exhale of breath, traced a lock of hair across the pillowcase. The hair she refused to cut. Her signature, a self-styled rebellion against time and fashion mores. Light crept across the bed, unveiling her face in real- … Read More
It was over. The memory of tail lights lingered in his mind. She’s taunting me. Roy lit a smoke and stared across the water. Rain fell like tears and rolled over the pavement. The lonesome moan of a tug echoed in the distance. He felt his pulse pump like a bass line. As his forehead touched the rail, he closed his eyes in prayer. … Read More
Paper Dolls Chapter 23 Draft 5 1965 Summertime. From somewhere down the street, the drone of a lawn mower’s engine was overheard. A dog barked and played an early morning game of fetch. Birdsong filled the air. Behind the sturdy beams that wrapped the walls of the Jacksons’ tidy house on 13th Street, two children patiently waited for their father. A small-sized travel … Read More