“We lie together, then, warm in the chill of the night. Outside, in the amber glow of the streetlights, it begins to snow. Gwen’s breathing slips into the slow rhythm of sleep. I glance at the door. I know I… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“I always find grocery stores surreal. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, wide aisles tempting me to run, vivid ads tugging my gaze this way and… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“He looks sexy in a black army jacket - brass buttons and braids - over a white shirt. I have to admit, he's got… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“I don’t keep track of time. Im lost in the sameness of the stale air and humming of the plane. My eyelids keep slipping… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“I prefer not to be called 'cute' or 'little,' thank you very much." He grins again. "I should get a T-shirt that says that.” — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“There’s something beautiful about forgetting, about letting your thoughts melt into wordless blur of scents unwinding on the wind and paws skimming the ground… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“We lie together, then, warm in the chill of the night. Outside, in the amber glow of the streetlights, it begins to snow. Gwen’s… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
