Carridelle – Chapter Eight

Feeling light as air and carefree. There was a taste in her mouth that she did not recognize. It was the sweet taste of freedom; like sampling a piece of nectarine straight off the vine, succulent and delicious. Your lips crave every drop of juice that falls; your tongue finds the dance delightful.

Chapter Seven

The only comfort to be had was an unseen ghostly hand trailing along her arm, touching her hair. She saw nothing and felt nothing but suddenly and inexplicably at peace.

Carridelle – Chapter Six

It never occurred to Carrie to wonder why so many things had been left untouched by time; why there were so many things that had survived over one-hundred and fifty years; why some things should have been packed away and yet were left out, and alone. It never occurred to her that things in this part of the house were not dusty and yet had been covered all the time. She didn’t even leave herself time to think as she dove into her work, putting worries and cares behind her. 

Carridelle – Chapter 3

I love you. You mean the world to me, and I do want to marry you and have children some day, just not now. I know that this is going to sound crazy, but I feel as though there is something else out there. There is someplace I am needed. Something is calling to me and I don’t know what it is. I feel it at night before I sleep. I feel it in my heart when the world is still and silent; when I can really, really listen. That’s when I hear it Jon and I can’t explain it to you, I wish I could. I just wish you would be a little more patient with me.”

Carridelle – Chapter 2

Jon stared at the little drowned waif of a girl standing in front of him for a full minute before he thought to introduce himself to her. The slick maneuvers and smooth words of other men were not second nature to him. He was honest and forthright and considered himself backwards in matters of love and yet he would have been very surprised to discover that that is exactly what women found irresistible about him.

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