The Morning After

She was like something from out of a dream.  With hair like silk, intoxicating eyes, and a smile that could melt the ice in his drink. She was without doubt the most beautiful woman in the club that night.  As Ray and his brother joined their friends and were going through the formality of introductions, hers was the only name he heard, Angel.  He thought to himself it was as much a perfect description of her, as it was a beautiful name.  

Reward

He sits in silence, intently watching, eyes locked in rapt attention, scrutinizing every detail, every laborious step, processing the images before him in rapt anticipation. This is the culmination of a day's toil and labors come to fruition...

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I'll be posting different things here that I have written. Some will be just be prose, and I'm thinking about adding short stories a page at a time. Just click on the each title to read the complete post.

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