Interlude

You smell like peaches, Peter blurted out.

She caught his worried resting face in the microwave oven’s reflection.

That’s about it.

You smell like peaches.

Published by cielopops

Writing my first two full length novels for publication. A delicious neo noir and a memoir to my beloved Yorkie Chico, who passed. This is the journey. Sometimes poetic. Sometimes sad. Sometimes legend. Ready? Let's go!

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