It was the perfect roast of coffee, The precise level of background noise, There was more than enough sunlight, Lunch turned up at the perfect hour. Yet the most amazing thing about working from home Was the complete and utter control over the thermostat.
Parker contemplated the sliced watermelon. Her fingers brushed against his, as they reached for the same fruit. Their eyes met. She blushed. His eyes crinkled with a smile. A conversation ensued, coy comments were passed. Back in the car, she flipped the sunshade open. Strange to be appreciative of her reflection, floral mask … Continue reading One of the Others