Pardon Her French


The first thing to slip was her accent. She had spent weeks practicing her French, making it sound as if she was fluent. Her first slip-up was when she pronounced the “t” at the end of s’il vous plaît. She looked down at the table to avoid his reaction and took a sip of her café au lait, which burned her tongue and brought tears to her eyes. She had forgotten that she ordered her coffee très chaud because it seemed like the French thing to do. He showed no indication of catching her mistake and continued to ask her questions about growing up in France. She nibbled on her croissant and kept her answers as brief as possible.

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Cashmere, A Love Story

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It was only supposed to be a fling. A quickie. A rebellious act for her as she disregarded everything her mother ever told her. It wasn’t supposed to last. But she was approaching the two year mark and still hadn’t put an end to it.

It was only a sweater. Just a normal cashmere sweater like all the rest. There was no need for her to feel this attached. It wasn’t like they were going to stay together forever. It would probably move on to some other girl in no time at all, which, she didn’t want to admit, would leave her heart broken.

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Autumn Sightings

Photo by Vicktor Hanacek 

When she looks to the right, she sees the okra stalks blooming. The flowers are a pale yellow with a dark red center. The bloom looks like it should be behind someone’s ear as they sway to the music somewhere on a tropical island. Instead, it remains attached to the okra stalk in an overgrown garden, waiting until someone comes with a plow to cut it down.

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Dancing The Night Away

Photo: Viktor Hanacek

“I’ve lived here my entire life, but I have never been to the fall festival.”

“It’s sorta cool, I guess. I mean, if there’s nothing better to do,” he said and then silently prayed that she too busy looking at all the different booths of games and various carnival food to notice that he sounded like a bumbling idiot.

“Is that why you brought me here? There was nothing better to do,” she asked. He saw she had a teasing look in her eye. He wondered if she was testing him.

“No, of course not! I was just-” She reached out grabbing one of his hands and squeezed it gently, silencing him.

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Style School: Fall 2017 Trends

Photo: Viktor Hanacek

The click clack of her silver metallic boots had people’s heads turning as she walked down the hall. She couldn’t help but smile as she passed the gawkers. All this attention made her feel like she on a runway at fashion week and not walking down the dimly lit hall to her next class.

With all the attention she was getting from her peers, she had a feeling her next class was going to be easier than she thought. She entered the crowded classroom and found an empty seat in the front row by the window.

On the board, she saw the teacher had already written the topic for day: Fall 2017 Trends.

A girl passing on the way to the back of the room, stop and told her that she loved her boots. She smiled again feeling the confidence from earlier.

“Who knows,” she thought, “I might end up being the one teaching this class!”

Class is in session!   


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The Love of Her Life

The Love of Her Life

It was the sun shining through the blinds that woke her from her slumber. When she opened her eyes, she saw her lover’s arm resting on her bare stomach. His touch always made her toes curl and heart race in the best way possible.

However, as she laid there in the quiet morning light, she felt like something was missing. She looked over at the man laying next to her asleep. She loved everything about him from his crazy curly hair to his crazy carefree spirit, but she knew there was one thing she needed that he couldn’t give her.

She sat up, careful not to awake him, and scanned the room until she suddenly found it.

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Summer in The City

Photo: Viktor Hanacek

It wasn’t the guy sitting on the bench making side glances her way that was making her hot; although considering how her pulse raced everytime she caught those sapphire blue eyes looking her over, maybe he was the reason for the rise in her body temperature. But as she felt the sun beating down on her through her straw fedora, she knew it was the culprit for making her blood boil.

She needed to get out of the city before she melted right out of her clothing. While losing all her clothing sounded wildly seductive, especially with Mr. Blue Eyes across the way, she decided looking like a drenched rate while doing so would not be sexy.

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