Fiction by Sydney Katt
Michael’s steel blue gaze bored through her soul. “You heard me, Sara.”
Unbidden, her eyes traveled over him. He looked good as ever, even in the bulky grey turtleneck and jeans he wore. Then again, the man could probably wear a burlap sack and he would still look like a god to her. She flicked her tongue over her suddenly dry lips, wondering if he could read her thoughts. “You know you shouldn’t be here, Michael.” [Read more...]
Why couldn’t she let herself be happy? Paul was a good man. He loved her. He was willing to wait for her when any number of other women would be practically throwing themselves into his bed. Why had she even been so insistent about waiting the full six months with him? [Read more...]
The usually quiet country home was alive with sound. Conversation came from the kitchen; applause from a game show all but drowned out the soft feminine giggling from the den. Sara didn’t notice any of it as she let herself be led to her bedroom on the first floor. The door shut behind them with a soft click, enveloping them in a silence broken only by the sounds of ragged breathing. [Read more...]
Having a party in these conditions was utter madness. The roads themselves were fine; the people who traveled them were a very different matter entirely. Some moved at a snail’s pace, causing those who thought they could still go twenty miles over the speed limit to slam on their breaks to avoid a collision, only to end up facing the wrong way on the shoulder of the road. Those who actually knew how to drive in snow and ice felt their attention drift to the insane display around them. [Read more...]
The snow drifted down from the silver sky, lazy, without haste to blanket the once lush landscape. It was the kind of day that made one’s thoughts turn to snow angels and snowball fights with friends; the kind of day that was followed by a night sipping hot cocoa by the fire while curled up in the arms of someone special. It was perfect in its peace. [Read more...]
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