He had me, he had me hook line and sinker.
Whether protecting him or protecting myself, I dilute the white lies in white wine and carry on with our dinner.
We had found ourselves in a Pas de Deux, performing our steps side by side, unbothered by the tribulations around us. In another world, maybe we were just like these dancers. Two minds accompanied by two bodies, working together to make art. Met in an open wound, we stitched the protrusion closed.
Salt Water Taffy showcases the direction that I have been wanting to take RW for quite some time, lyrical and imbalanced. I hope that it stirs up the same emotions it brought me while writing. Feel free to like, or share.
It takes a lot of caffeine to fuel Kyle Mack. Maybe three or four coffees throughout his day to say the minimum. He smiles but in all seriousness it’s a must in his daily repertoire. This bright-eyed 20-year old is as bold as the title of this story, exactly who you’d want to encounter when meeting today’s youth. I only wish I was as driven and confident as him at that age 5 years ago.
In a romantic economy where separate beds take precedence, what follows; Separate bedrooms lead to separate lives and separate lives lead to separation.