33 years ago.
Stumbled into a dingy little restaurant.
Drunk.
Hungry.
New to the city.
Anita's Grill on Tulane.
Best #breakfast I've ever had.
Fish fried crispy.
Grits drowned in butter.
Half a loaf of toast.
And an elderly waitress that checked on me like a mother.
#vss365
"You don't remember me," he said.
It hit her then. With painful clarity. She'd served his table...was preoccupied...spilled hot coffee on him... & he didn't yell or #demean her in any way...
He shrugged. "They tell me kids might still be possible."
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#BraveWrite#amwriting
"Have #breakfast with me."
She plunked her Manhattan onto the bar, looked at the gorgeous guy at the end. "That's quite the pickup line."
He smiled, gave her a wink, and she was relieved down to her weakened knees that she was already sitting.
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#vss365
It was crisp outside, though not as frigid as it had been earlier in the day. The sky was a milky grey, like one giant dirty cloud hovered above them. Snowflakes, light and lazy, floated down gently, as if the #air was too thick for them to fall freely.
#VSS365#Prompt#Amwriting
@WorldOfWaltCom It's been too long since I've been there with my family. The Animal Kingdom Lodge is our go-to and while it feels like home-away-from-home, it also feels like another magical wonderous world. Can't wait to visit again.
#DisneyWorld#AnimalKingdomLodge
"Did you see him?" he asked. "He was all done up. Looked sharp, too.β He sniffed the air. βThatβs not wild musk you smell, thatβs a rich bastard slathered in cologne hoping to get laid.β
#Vss365#air#Prompt#amwriting#WIP#RomanticSuspense
@DogeRespecter77@_nomadic_soul@lefty_mechanic Birth is NOT an intimate experience. It's a bunch of strangers--male & female--hovering as you lay naked & vulnerable, spreading your legs high & wide while probing you &getting a more intimate view of your body than you ever will while you experience the WORST pain of your life.
Only his breathing had changed, and it told her he felt as alive as she. But she was #greedy. She wanted more. She wanted him to say her name again, to tell her what he was thinking, what he wanted. She needed to hear the words, hear his voice. To know she was not alone.
#vss365
His mouth gently dined on hers, tasting, withdrawing and tasting again, so unlike the way he devoured the mushroom tart he'd snatched from her plate earlier. She breathed a sigh, wanted him to want her as much as that tart. To take her, all of her, in one #greedy swallow.
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Her whole demeanor changed as though sheβd banished all doubt. Then she leaned into him, her soft warm body #brushing his. A masterful move in this age-old game of diversion.
βThe aim of my gun may not be great,β she said. βBut the aim of my knee is pretty darn perfect.β
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I'm finally sitting with my #WIP again. After a grief-filled month, it's been tough, but I'll find a way to reconnect with my hero and heroine, upend their lives once more, then give them the #HEA they deserve. It is romance, after all.π₯°
#authorlife#amwriting#romanticsuspense