Benjamin and Denise spent a great day relaxing at the ski resort’s lounge and restaurant. Denise didn’t mind the fact Benjamin received a refund on their lift tickets. They were sitting on the patio, drinking hot chocolate, and talking with each other. She could not believe the change in Benjamin. He was caring and concerned about her welfare.As they talked about the future, he kept looking to her for her input. He wanted to take his media work in a whole new direction, from a single’s or couple’s travel concept to a family journey. Travelling with a baby and a toddler. Great places to visit. Fun and educational trips sprinkled in with historical and cultural trips.This was all so new for them. It was like this when he started while they were dating. The glamour of his job swept away from her, and after they married, she’d settled down into her own while he flitted off to who knows where. Now she realized it’d been a mistake. She n

Jody couldn’t believe Billy had just closed them in the linen closet. He was so close to her now that she could feel his breath and his body heat. “What? What are you doing?” “The apron I left out to use today is missing. Do you know anything about it?” Billy’s smile lit up his face in a mischievous light.  It irked her. She

Greta and Eric left the Archives in the middle of the afternoon. With their notes and an appointment to see a local verbal storyteller. The storyteller specialized in tales about the history of the town’s first settlers. With lunch on their minds, they entered the coffee shop. Greta stopped short when she realized the only place to sit and eat was at the table she’d photographed a few nights ago. Now she’d seen the photos and the spirit. 

                Greta and Eric walked down the street to a shop called all things Page Turners. Inside was light and airy. The clean, crisp white and powder blue painted wood and accent trim in daffodil yellow hugged the surroundings. The names of the colour just popped into her mind. She’d expected a dark, dusty wood interior, not this place where kids ran through the racks of shelving.                Kelly Jones, the owner of the shop, was just as unexpected as the shop. She was a whirlwind of colour and flowers. A vase tipped over, and that accounted for the flowers. They were artificial and so no water to clean up.                “Oh, hi. Good afternoon. How may I help you?” The tall, lean redhead stood up and made her way t

Becka waited impatiently in the library, feeling like an unwanted pet. How could they do that? Without her at the helm, Benjamin wouldn’t have a blog, or any media accounts. She’d cared for him through it all. She was the one that made sure that everything went smoothly. Yet they cast her out? He needed her.