Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Dark Masquerade
The night was unseasonably warm for February. Though Adrienne had not yet danced, her face behind the mask was finely misted with perspiration and beads of sweat were also running between her breasts. Eighteenth Century Attire, just as Angelique had specified in the invitation. Adrienne sighed, fanning herself with the intricate fan that had come with her rented costume. She dearly loved her eccentric friend, but for the love of God, could Angelique not have picked a cooler night for festivities requiring such heavy garments?
By Cindy Calder8 months ago in Fiction
The Man in the Trench Coat
Adelaide visited the same café, bright and early every morning. She sat, for the most part, unnoticed, just as she preferred, sipping a cup of coffee and struggling to write her novel on a laptop. And each day, she looked forward to seeing him, the man in the trench coat. He arrived every morning at nine o'clock on the dot, and without fail, he wore the trench coat. He cut quite the impressive figure, handsome and confident in attire and demeanor. He never glanced her way, but from where she sat at a corner table, Adelaide could watch him through half-shuttered lashes. What was beneath the trench coat, she could not help but wonder, her mind running rampant with possibilities.
By Cindy Calder8 months ago in Fiction
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