Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Excerpt: Tuesday's 1-liner
Her lids fluttered open. The bedside light was still on, and Lee’s chin rested on his fist. His lips moved, almost imperceptibly, as he read. She studied his lashes, his profile. She wondered if he was sailing off the coast of Greece or drinking wine one floor above a cabaret in the south of France.
Interesting, how he was in another world, yet resting his feet against hers.