“Honey, the hell is that?” The “that” I was referring to was obvious: a half scale steel drum on a hand truck that she was wheeling into the house from the garage. She grinned in a way that spoke of triumph and mischief. And Cupid’s arrow pierced my heart like it did every time she smiled at me. Yes, I’m a fool for the love of her. “A surprise. Get the spray booth and the sprayer set up in the play room.” ...
Author’s forward : This is the first story I’ve ever submitted while under a deadline; and will likely see the largest audience of anything I’ve written to date. I would appreciate feedback, and greatly appreciate anyone with enough energy to send me a critique. Please, let me know if you like it, let me know if you hate it; but either way, please let me know why. To contact the author, remove the African animals from the following e-mail address : [email protected] ...