
His hand trembled, a bead of sweat
Rolled down his temple
Traced his jaw line
And yet
He had to try.
Lifting his head, he catches the scent
Of bergamot tea
Oranges, sun
Locked in
He cannot run.

His hand trembled, a bead of sweat
Rolled down his temple
Traced his jaw line
And yet
He had to try.
Lifting his head, he catches the scent
Of bergamot tea
Oranges, sun
Locked in
He cannot run.

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Devon had to admit it; Beau was a handsome lad who had all the right moves, intense green eyes, whiskers neat, and thick silky hair that Ella kept running her fingers through.
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The pop was loud enough to wake me from my favorite dream: barefoot on a tropical moonlit deck in a shared deckchair with my current celebrity crush, the pop of the champagne cork shooting straight to regions unnamed but known well.
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Grasses hiss, my gumboots slap
Across the meadow I cut a path
After last night’s damaging storm
Wildflowers open in morning sun
Testing for warmth
In a day just begun

Sonja gazed around the property at the end of the peaceful neighborhood block: the perfect two-story house with its tiny back porch and wooden rocker, a colorful light shawl draped over an armrest; the tidy garden with its newly planted and wide-spaced blooms; black tuxedo cat half-napping under dense shrubbery hugging the side of the house; four sweetly curved granite steps leading up to a cheerful purple door.
“Purple,” she muttered, looking uneasily at the neighbors peeking out at her from behind lace curtains, noting “Definitely suspicious that the address in question in this sweet little neighborhood has a purple door.”
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