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DAY 29

Ray couldn’t keep his hands to himself wherever his wife was concerned. He would suddenly get the urge to brush something from her hair or to squeeze her side affectionately. Like now, she was attending to a pot on the stove. Her brown hair held back in a loose ponytail, she tasted whatever sauce she was stirring. Ray sensing an opportunity, grinned and walked up to her pinching her bottom.

“Ray!” Diana practically squealed. “I told you…”

He cut her off with a chaste kiss. “I know, but you also know that I simply cannot resist touching you.”

© La Petit Muse 2016

*** Ray and Diana. They’re like my favorite pair to write although some of my friends lovingly complain that they’re too sweet on each other. *shrugging* Someone has to do it. 

july 29

For Word-High July

Tammy’s ode

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DAY 28

Her name is Tammy and she loves to laugh. 

She laughs when she is excited, happy, or even when she feels a little down. She laughs when there is no reason to. She laughs when there is a reason to. She laughs off gossip, lies, and strife. Not even stress can get the better of her! The day I don’t hear a bit of laughter escape from her, I know something would have to be terribly wrong.

Tammy is one of a kind and I hope she never ever changes for anyone. 

© La Petit Muse 2016

july 28

For Word-High July

One last dance

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DAY 26

The water was cold and it made her skin shiver. She couldn’t swim, and no one was around to witness what she was about to do, so this was going to be easy. As she lay down in the cold water, her short life flashed before her eyes like a slideshow. There was her beautiful and carefree mother dancing around the immaculate home to an upbeat jazz number. Her father laughing and tapping his feet in time as he read L’Équipe to keep abreast of his favorite football team, Olympique Lyonnais. Her first boyfriend Leon breaking off their relationship because his stiff upper-class parents didn’t approve of him dating a girl who came from no money. The icing sugar on top of the clafoutis: meeting the magnetic and seductive Henry on that eventful day in the Tuileries Garden. Kissing him and holding him was precious and she wouldn’t trade those romantic moments for any form of wealth.

And then she couldn’t breathe.

As the River Seine hungrily claimed her soul, Alicia’s final thought was of how cruel it was to die alone without the one you truly love by your side holding your hand as the soul tries to make its lonely journey home.

© La Petit Muse 2016 (excerpt One Last Dance) 

july 26

For Word-High July