Midnight in the Garden (Part 4)

My hand closed around hers and I looked her in the eyes. “I’m kidding! Mische I couldn’t run away from you even if I tried.”

She was looking intently into my eyes, firelight reflecting like tiny stars in her eyes. … More Midnight in the Garden (Part 4)

Young Love

Rain fell, slipping off leaves and pedals as the boy ran through the garden. He gripped a small bright orange handled pair of garden sheers. Clutching shears to his side, Ryan moved between flower beds, searching. Nimble fingers raced through plants weighed down by droplets. “I don’t suppose we should stop him, Florence?” Gerhard asked as he … More Young Love