Tuesday Tales Week 55



Her lips are still wet from Mark’s kiss. He is a beacon Davis is drawn to, lungs still breathing out his breath.

“If your answer is no, we walk out that door. Go have lunch. Be friends. If it’s yes, then you forget him, forget anything but me.”

Davis’ pulse rushes – a confluence of two rivers, two timelines of her life about to split. She can take the calm, serene one. Go home, and pretend to be happy. Or she can chance the rocky one, with pounding waves and swirling pools she can’t imagine the depths of.


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