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Everred – Prologue (Excerpt)

One of them caught his eye and flashed him a warm smile which he instinctively returned. Taking it as a sign, she eased over past the rest of the girls and the loud music.

“May I sit down?”

“Please do.”

He straightened his back then leaned back into the couch, draping his arm along its length as she lowered herself beside him. She looked out at her dancing companions and smiled.

“Congratulations on your concert again.”

“Thanks; my boys and I are always amazed.”

“Well, everyone loves you.”

He laughed, then took another sip from his glass. He could feel the warmth of her body against his side as the music blasted in the background.

“I hope they love my music too.”

She laughed, turning to look at him amusedly. “Well of course they do!” Then leaning closer, she whispered into his ear, “I love your music too.” He caught a whiff of the faint scent of her perfume and felt the softness of her curves against his body, and was uncomfortably aware of his latent desires. Hastily he got up, forcing a reassuringly charming smile as he looked down at her.

“Well I’m glad and thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me for a while.”

Turning away from the exquisite bemused thing, he made his way towards the door, stopping only occasionally to acknowledge the congratulatory thumps on his back and clinks of glasses. He placed his glass on the ledge of the bar, then reached out to grasp the door handle, giving it a firm twist to let in a sharp blast of air.

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Daily Prompt: BYOB(ookworm)

I actually have the book in mind – and its draft – but no time to continue with it at the moment.

Well, maybe not the jacket blurb but part of the first bit… I hope. And soon. 😉

Those early mornings.

When the sky’s attempt to hold on to those last still moments of darkness are thwarted by the first hesitant call of the earliest bird. When the cool air envelops you in a thick blanket of dark velvety blue, providing an immense sense of comfort and assurance, and you know you are safe as you sleep. When I stirred and grew aware of all those, and of the towel wrapped around my child torso to keep me warm through the night, and of the sounds of running water and occasional clinks of ceramic mugs from the kitchen, just outside the bedroom I shared with my grandparents, as Grandma started her first chore for the day.


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