Hey Sixers! Welcome back. Hope you had a great week!
Here's another look at my Western historical, A Midwest Summer Night's Dream. Jeb uses the same bath water Winona used earlier, and it has a strong effect:
I
bear a charmed life – no one said it better than Shakespeare, and Jeb could
live no other way. Open skies and plenty of space suited his needs, with a
borrowed book now and then to help chase away loneliness, but what tomes did Miss
Young have stashed in her trunk?
The flash of an image through his
mind stole his breath. Miss Young—Winona—dipping her hand into this water,
letting it run along the skin of her arm, mass of chestnut waves pinned atop
her head, long legs leaning against the tub sides, her curving bottom in the
self-same spot his now sat. The vision hardened him with uncommon force, and he
slid under the water, let the scented water cover him. Better to drown in a porcelain
tub than in his own foolishness.
Ah, I love a well-read guy, don't you? :)
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