As the Borough Turns… (an ongoing saga).

Her long awaited trip postponed.  Days away from him on hold.  Comfortably lying on the shag, she lit the fire.  Running her fingers through her hair, she hesitated.  Then threw it in.  The box.  That box of desire.  This box which reaked of his smell, his touch, his kiss.  No longer to her avail, it had to be done.  Theirs had to move on.  The flame flickering wildly.  As wild as was they.  The fire burned as did her want, for him.  As the fire dimmed so did her need, for him.  She stood reminded.  She stood up.  The view from her window renewed her perspective and reminded her that looking back was never really part of her agenda.        

As The Borough Turns… (an ongoing saga).

As the drama takes a turn, his strong luscious kiss no longer play a part in her story.  She takes out her compact mirror, dabs on a little lipstick, puts on her sunglasses to meet the sun outside the office to hail a cab.  Her briefcase heavy and her datebook starting to refuel.  It wasn’t like her to fall for a such a cad….