Standing Tall (fiction)

The apartment smelled fabulous when I got back home from Yoga class. Ed Sheeran was crooning through the speakers. I glanced into the kitchen and saw him swaying to the music while stirring something on the hot plate. ‘Hey good morning,’ I called out as I got closer. ‘What’s cooking?’ He held a spoon out, I... Continue Reading →

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