The road ahead was long, no end in sight. Maybe relief…just over that hill? She couldn’t be sure. Continue reading
“You’re certain this will work?” The charm, clasped in Anna’s smooth young hand, was redolent of rose hips, cinnamon, and sweet basil…and something exotic from the far southern lands. Eyes shining with hopeful, as yet unshed tears, she clasped the woven bag to her breast.
“What does she want?” the ocean wonders. “Is she here as supplicant, queen, or warrior?” Continue reading
Sweat slid down between her breasts, over her taut belly, dipping into her round navel and dampening the fabric of her summer shorts. Her sports bra was soaked, unable to absorb more sweet summer effusions. Continue reading
Nevertheless, she persisted. There were city ordinances and fines to deal with. Continue reading