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- Daniel Swensen | @daniel_swensen
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark A. Morris
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- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
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Maureen says: The story caught me with great description. The world freezing to a standstop, time slowing like that...it's an interesting concept. I was also intrigued with the idea of becoming.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Maureen says: She created a universe I instantly understood. Granted, I'm from a science fiction background, but the pull of romance and the step into wholeness as Ruarc awoke caught me.
Nellie Batz | @solimond
Maureen says: I've been that little sister, being patted on the head and dismissed. The visual of the plant dying as the eldest passed...very good! A sweet harbinger of things to worry about!
Mileva Anastasiadou | @happymil_
Maureen says: This story wrapped me around it and delivered. I loved the thoughtful reflections, the admittance of a motive that swept the character away. And the embrace of knowing it was nothing to be proud of, but simply out of her control.
Our love was mostly physical, or so I thought. To be honest, that’s how I liked it. The trip had been his idea. The moment I set foot on that place I knew I belonged there: to an endless, lazy summer. Colors were different, bright and vivid. Reality seemed brighter, sunny like our love, flowing effortlessly though our veins.
It wasn’t me. It was the blinding sun.
He spoiled it all by asking me to watch a Christmas movie.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
He had worked all year for that trip. Yet I wanted a sunny life he couldn’t afford.
It wasn’t me. It was the warmth of the sun, burning my skin, blurring my thoughts, intoxicating my mind.
“Don’t take it personally. I am to blame,” I said.
Insane thoughts crossed my mind, like a speeding train, until I could see the trap clearly; that movie had been his last resort, his desperate, sneaky effort to make me appreciate him, to think of the reward: the house, the family, the emotions, the love.
He bowed his head in shame and left. That was the last time I saw him.
It wasn’t me. It wasn’t him either. We can blame it on the heat.
Comforted now in the arms of another man, who offers me that everlasting summer I longed for, I somehow feel cold.
I sometimes wonder whether summer is not a season, but a state of mind.
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