[Faye]
I must be losing my mind.I can still smell her sweet aroma, like spicy chocolate warming on a gas burner. The stranger who is odd but doesn’t seem strange.
Devona. Her name is Devona.
Her flashing green eyes behind rose colored glasses. Velvet rippling over her muscles. That smirk as she bowed. My mind flashes, remembering every small moment our brief encounter as I try to make sense of it.
My pace is less of a walk, more of a sprint as I make my way along the tree lined streets. The branch
