Cold hands touched his back
He couldn’t help himself. He flinched.
It broke the moment, and after an awkward pause she left
Leaving him alone with only half his plans for the night
Luckily Netflix wasn’t as judgey
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author and poet
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
Story world
SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Never Short On Words 