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It was so cold she swore there were
icicles on the end of her nose, she thought she looked like the bare tree
adorned with sparkling dagger like icicles.
Alyson was tempted to look at her watch
again, it was only a few moments ago that she had exposed her wrists to the
biting cold. Patience. It was one of the disadvantages of always
being early.
She heard the squeak of the door then
he appeared, muffled up against the cold, a quick hug and a kiss on her frozen
nose before they hastened to their secret place.
Dear Sally,
ReplyDeleteWe can imagine the rest of the story. Nicely done and nice to see you back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A story with some heat to warm up the cold nights :-)
ReplyDeleteI hope their secret place was well heated!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing story! I wonder what they were going to get up to in their secret place. :)
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Well told. I won't window-peek.😉
ReplyDeleteMethinks there will be a melting of said icicles... ;-)
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