The newscaster ducked, his words lost amid the rocket blasts.
I hit rewind and watched as desert instead of jungles filled the screen.
Decades past, still they die and still I miss you.
So much lost, so little gained, all for nothing but heartache and pain. War.
Today’s A to Z Challenge is a re-post from a Five Sentence Fiction Prompt in 2014
Goose bumps raise the tiny, fine hairs on my neck as you murmur against my skin, Baby. I never tire of
hearing you call me Baby. The years haven’t dampened the thrill. Your lips brush mine and the word baby escapes in a whisper. Forever your baby, lover and friend.
…but better than never.
I’m off to a roaring start with my very first A to Z challenge.
Falling back on the easy About Me post.
In-a-nutshell, writing is my third act in life. I grew up in a small SC town located near the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. 
Living this third act in Texas peppers many of my stories with down-home Southern flavor.
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My love affair with books began long before I could read. Sitting silent, spellbound listening to her enchanting voice I believed every word true, the characters real. Saturday Morning Storytime at the town library was magical. I rushed to the quiet mat, found my seat on the front row and stared transfixed at the beautiful volunteer.
My favorite fairytale then, and now at sixteen holds a special place in my heart, Cinderella. Most girls love Prince Charming because he rides in to save the day on his trusty steed. Or their favorite part is where Cinderella outshines her ugly step sisters at the ball. Not me.
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