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At first, she could not feel her body. It was like she was not even there. Then she felt she was prone, and in a great deal of pain. The realization of pain rushed in like flash floods, during a torrential rainstorm. Eliza felt the tears on her cheek, as everything started to come back […]
Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again. When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly […]
Rafe came from a traditional family, his mother and father had been married for a long time. His departure from this was inexplicable, his departure from that tradition caused his separation from his fiancée. This was his third end of engagement from Eliza, and he was shell-shocked at first because he did not want to […]
Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and […]
Terrence’s tongue felt like water bobbing around her when she was perfectly still. Eliza closed her eyes, and fondled her breasts as she sat on his face. He had been looking at her all evening like if Jeanne was not there, he would have placed her across the table and fucked her for everyone to […]
Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew. She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had […]
It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back. “Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not […]
Mal with a naked face, lying on his side looking at her made Jeanne feel fragile. That was why he called her Fleur, a play on Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal. She was his fleur–his flower. “Your corpse flower maybe!” she would chide, but this time, she wanted to be fragile to him. To be […]
“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend. Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see […]
Jeanne placed the newspaper next to her in the backseat of the town-car. The driver had left newspapers and magazines in the back, so passengers could read them while he was driving them to their destination. Newspapers reminded her of herself, or her sister since one or the other was in them all the time…and […]