The Gift of Oneself

Four romantic short stories taken from Twisted Vine: An Anthology.TWISTED VINE: As she watched him leave, turning to wave at her as he opened his cruiser's door, she had a strange strong sense of deja vu. It brought unsolicited tears and a pain in her heart she never thought she could feel. She was glad he couldn't see her response ...CHILDHOOD OF ARROGANCE: He flashed into my thoughts unwanted. I felt tears when it didn't make sense. There was an emptiness I'd never felt before. I...
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Four romantic short stories taken from Twisted Vine: An Anthology.TWISTED VINE: As she watched him leave, turning to wave at her as he opened his cruiser's door, she had a strange strong sense of deja vu. It brought unsolicited tears and a pain in her heart she never thought she could feel. She was glad he couldn't see her response ...CHILDHOOD OF ARROGANCE: He flashed into my thoughts unwanted. I felt tears when it didn't make sense. There was an emptiness I'd never felt before. I tried to fill it with friends and studies. In one of those states, at home weeks later, the knock I answered was his.DUEL SEASONS IN TIME: ...for there lay my mistress, as prone as I, on her back. As I, also she, lay with bent limbs at the elbow and knee, her head turned to its side, her long yellow hair spread among the blades poking through the curling tips. Her gaze was steady, unblinking, but with the same glint of light I'd seen in my own.SWEET CHERIE PIE: This time I went as the downhome boy. Western cut suit with boots, Texas College, Texas football, love pickup trucks, horses and Waylon. Still miss my old dog. And when she entered the room I almost whooped like an old rodeo clown. She was a real Texas beauty. No big city polish. Just warmth, and flavor, like biscuits and gravy, or ... hot cherry pie.