I gathered my beach towel and book to go up to her sixth floor apartment. I looked up to see her lean over the railing and throw my canvas suitcase over the edge.
Tag: Love
My America
The best thing that happened to me after immigrating to America many years ago was finding my very own American woman.
The young woman in the library
She was what used to be described in my day as a plain Jane — not to say she wasn’t attractive and not to ignore a seductive pursing of her lips.
They had a life
People lose soulmates all the time. Many, perhaps most, get to a point where they can get on with their lives. Others never seem to get there. This guy, whose wife died a year ago, cannot seem to move on.