Well described. More and more convinced I am a hermit. Excitement for the morning so far... making sure all three backyard kittys had some of the egg yolk left on my saucer. Two horses looking over the fence wonder why I'm not bringing their breakfast. I just wave hello and finish my oranges. Birds and tiny critters have their own menus.
Lovely story. Intriguing, sophisticated, elegant. The dialog is sharp and full of personality.
Having read this in draft form without visuals, I must say that the photos are exactly what I envisioned from your scenic descriptions. Beautiful piece Sharron!
I started this story but was interrupted and was happy to return to it. Loved the air of mystery you created here, Sharron. I was expecting a surprise. And my imagination ran with the possible scenarios.
Was Julian blind? No he wasn’t blind.
Was he a ghost? No, ghosts don’t have warm hands.
Would the couple reunite; run into each other again or plan a rendezvous. So many ways to go with this. And where was Julian from? I would have asked.
Sharron, this story is so moving that it's made me weep. Moving? Powerful? Stirring? I don't know what exactly - you've woven an extraordinary thread of magic all the way through it.
Awesome and compelling aren't big enough words, but it's both of those and more.
What an excellent story, Sharron! It’s beautifully written. And thanks for the introduction to Kenneth’s sketches. They really did fit with the piece so well.
I see what you're doing Sharron. You're pulling us in to your romance web, AND you have enlisted Jim as a co-conspirator! Nefarious! (I think we're loving it!)
The coffee in Brunate of your story reminds me of a place in Big Sur called Nepenthe. The burgers there are $23. But the view from the patio is unparalleled.
Well described. More and more convinced I am a hermit. Excitement for the morning so far... making sure all three backyard kittys had some of the egg yolk left on my saucer. Two horses looking over the fence wonder why I'm not bringing their breakfast. I just wave hello and finish my oranges. Birds and tiny critters have their own menus.
Another great one Sharron. I liked how you integrated the pictures and of course Kenneth's drawings into the story.
Nice one! Thanks for the shout.
Lovely story. Intriguing, sophisticated, elegant. The dialog is sharp and full of personality.
Having read this in draft form without visuals, I must say that the photos are exactly what I envisioned from your scenic descriptions. Beautiful piece Sharron!
Ditto Scott and Jim, Sharron! : )
I started this story but was interrupted and was happy to return to it. Loved the air of mystery you created here, Sharron. I was expecting a surprise. And my imagination ran with the possible scenarios.
Was Julian blind? No he wasn’t blind.
Was he a ghost? No, ghosts don’t have warm hands.
Would the couple reunite; run into each other again or plan a rendezvous. So many ways to go with this. And where was Julian from? I would have asked.
I found myself whispering the words as I was reading, Sharron. Beautiful and intriguing, with the whisper of possibility.
Very nice!
There does seems to be potential for a special relationship.
Sharron, this story is so moving that it's made me weep. Moving? Powerful? Stirring? I don't know what exactly - you've woven an extraordinary thread of magic all the way through it.
Awesome and compelling aren't big enough words, but it's both of those and more.
What an excellent story, Sharron! It’s beautifully written. And thanks for the introduction to Kenneth’s sketches. They really did fit with the piece so well.
I see what you're doing Sharron. You're pulling us in to your romance web, AND you have enlisted Jim as a co-conspirator! Nefarious! (I think we're loving it!)
The coffee in Brunate of your story reminds me of a place in Big Sur called Nepenthe. The burgers there are $23. But the view from the patio is unparalleled.