Postcards

Vicki saw the “email” icon on her phone.  She knew that the message was from her best friend Julia.  Both of them were traveling, for different reasons, but both women continued their tradition of sending the other “postcards” – self-made, often self-taken photos, of their travels.

She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight.  Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder.   She opened the email.

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Full Moon

Samantha pulled her emerald cloak a little tighter around herself.  She could hear the faint sound of the drums and see the orange glow of a fire in the trees.  She made her way down the dark path, the drums beginning to beat in her blood.  The autumn air held a chill that invigorated her.  She followed the path and the crisp scent of wood fire toward the meeting.
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Her at My Place

It had been a couple of weeks since our last encounter.  Tonight, she was coming over to my place.

I’d set out what felt like a million candles in the bedroom.  I wondered if it was cheesy, predictable to want the soft, flickering candlelight. But I decided that I didn’t care.  I liked it, and the candle light made me feel sexy.

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A Tarot Reading

Caroline opened the door, and the bells attached to it chimed.  It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but the interior looked exactly as she expected.  The fortune teller’s shop was dimly lit  with lots of beaded curtains and the heavy scent of incense. A large shelf dominated the space.  Caroline looked over the items, mostly crystals and candles.  She raised a brow at candles shaped like cocks and vulvas.

“You must be Caroline” a man’s voice drifted over her.

Caroline jumped, tearing her eyes away from the sexual candles.  She turned and was momentarily speechless.  He wasn’t what she expected.  He was young, maybe ten years younger than her 35.  And he was, by almost any standards, hot.  She snapped her mouth shut when she realized she was gaping at him.  He was the image of tall, dark, and handsome.

“Um, hi. Yes, I’m Caroline” she fumbled over her words.  She offered her hand, feeling lost in his dark eyes.

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