Taylor Swift Might Have a Point. Then Again, Maybe Not.

I see David through the cafe window. When I walk in, we don't touch. "You found it," he starts. There are circles under his eyes. I wonder why he hasn't been sleeping. I'm not sure it's my right to know anymore. "Took me a minute, but I eventually remembered how to get here." I say. …

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Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day!

Author's Note: In honor of Valentine's Day (and the glorious blog hop hosted by Heather Webb), here's a retelling of one of my scenes from London Streets-- A Love Story. Comment and enjoy! *** He walks over, “What'll you have?" "The strongest shit you've got," I say. My hands are still shaking. He moves behind …