The slight breeze was almost musical as it fingered its way through the leaves of the trees.
The setting sun looked like a soggy vanilla wafer in a sea of pumpkin pie filling.
Hannistina gracefully shielded her face from her whipping, but immaculate hair. Her thoughtsimmediately flew to the last time she had seen him. A wave of nostalgia swamped her, as wellas acraving for chocolate. It was three long weeks ago that the course of her life had
While the urge to reminisce was strong, the desire for chocolate won out. Hannistina enteredthe back door of her cottage. The smells of home wrapped their arms around her and welcomed her into her kitchen. After filling the teapot and setting it on the stove to boil, she hungher wraps over the back of the kitchen chairs. She peeked in the oven door to check the
baking apple crisp, and then went to the pantry to retrieve her own special cocoa
Before she could prepare her "relaxation in a cup", the phone rang. It was him.
To be continued...