THIRTY NIGHTS OF REKINDLED FLAMES

's looking at a man who's lying flat on the pavement. The only w

hasizes her little waist by placing her hands on her hips. She still has an app

as I laid eyes on Mary in that University of Miami class, I knew I was in lo

much because it was something I'

and the reason I n

exist, and wrong by today's standards. I would never acknowledge this to anyone, even if I am positive about it. How

st as much as my arm or leg. I watch her tap her foot and smile, even though I'm not here for pleasure. She must still be

depress the brake to switch off the Tesla, which is an electric vehicle that requires no ignition key. Now that I have th

asy of seeing Mary after all these

. I give up uncuffing myself. Is this guy dead, Jesus? I grudgingly shift my focus away from her an

er recognizable jaw line, and her pouty mouth. She has matured into an even more stunning woman than she was in scho

t, but I still

nside my car is freezing. Still, I'm nervous, which is why I'm perspiring. I am James Menendez de Avi

, there was nothing, and after, well, there have been years of the same. The same woman mimicked the same emotions whil

ause of this, I've nev

ked legs, full lips, and large eyes, she was the most stunning girl I had ever laid eyes on. A litt

ecause you're so much taller than me, because you rode a motorcycle, and becaus

caught her eyes turned them into

leep would fill me with wholeness, and

are flaring as well. She starts at her forehead and works her hand through her hair, letting the strands fall between her fingers in a cascade of colors that is mostly chestnu

her breast, and give

g even is the

and then

st

ey as well. If there's no

and she definitely didn't hear me, mostly since my electric car is as quiet as a cat. Compared to her younger years, her face has a little more fullne

both my whore

nd of hair covering her eyes, my

and give her a kis

The expectant mother appears quite recognizable. Yes, that is Mary's closest friend, Diana.

ount of work to transform into an amazing condominium. When I turn the building into a residence, I'll

I plan to purchase the Lavoie family newspaper, manage it efficiently, and eventuall

get her in bed now that I've seen her. I look at my wristwatch. Now that it's nine o'

I cast a quick glance at the structure, and a bitter recoll

ut his life. The St. Augustine Times

in ove