Calendar Girl

All and all, it was a great party.

Outside, on the edge of the motion, Melinda stood alone, nursing the same margarita she’d held onto all night. A black dress, slim and made up of more cutaways than silk, shimmered in the reflected light of the torches.

Her eyes moved slowly around the expansive backyard, following a single figure as he made his way through the throng, talking, drinking, laughing.


She smiled when she caught his eye, a flicker of laughing light at its core.

“I love you,” he mouthed.

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This is me: home-writer, book-reader, dog-lover and occasional poet. I make this website to share my and my friends texts with You, dear Reader. Please: read carefully, don't be scary, upgrade your mood and be king and leave your comment. :)