They stood facing each other in the lobby of his hotel. In a few minutes, he would be walking out of her life and returning to London. Although he was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, his expression was tense as he looked at her. "Our time together has come to an end," he said quietly. …
Gerhardt Meets Alexandra
He was sitting in the study, thinking about enchanting embers and soft glowing moonbeams, Helena's favorite poem when Benson informed him that he had a visitor and that she was waiting in the library. "Who is it?" he asked. He really wasn't in the mood for company. "She said that she was Mrs. Fox's secretary." …
The Flower Bed
I had the dream again last night. I was lying on a bed of pink roses and other flowers, my eyes were closed as I inhaled their sweet fragrance. I was wearing a pink tee shirt. It actually looked good on me although pink isn't my color. In fact, I don't own anything pink. I …
The Cafeteria
He was always having lunch by himself every time she went to the cafeteria. She would pass his table and he would look up. Their eyes would meet and then she would smile. He smiled back and she continued walking until she reached the table where she usually sat with Angie, her co-worker. On day, …
A Model Moment
She stood there watching as the evening unfurled, a solitary figure in a room filled with people from the fashion and business world. She was there by invitation from her friend, a fashion photographer. She felt so out of place. She wasn't used to be around such glamorous people. Several people thought she was a model. …
Notes to Women 