Not a Resolution, A Vow

I can use everyone else's excuse, that it is the holidays...

...but in the new year it is down to business for me and this blog and my writing.


"So what else is in your library?" he says rubbing against her in a way that would have been offensive if they had not just come out of that bathroom.

If they had not just come.

"So you read place book here--have you read place book here?"

He scratches his head, looks at her.

"Does it really matter? I am coming with you."

They walk out of the cafe.

She wipes sugar from still between her fingers.


I need to place books!