WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS

'We'll always have Paris.' Yeah, right. Now look at those memories: faded, crumpled and tossed in the dumpster. She was just like all the rest of those broads, dames and dolls. As soon as she had stepped on that plane she had forgotten about me. Back to her old life, her passionless marriage of convenience. … Continue reading WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS

THE LAST BELL TOLLS

A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. 'I've missed this,' the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. 'Me too,' the boy … Continue reading THE LAST BELL TOLLS