Pasted below is scene for your consideration. Feedback, please. I've had praise out the yazoo.
Siri leaned back in her chair, expression triumphant.
Ivo offered me his arm. "I'm afraid you'll have to put up with me, Fräulein Stader."
In front of the orchestra, couples spun to the music, shoes squeaking on the polished floor. The photographer pressed a fresh bulb into his reflector and motioned for us to begin.
Ivo took my hand in his and encircled my waist in his arm. I fought down a sob. This wo...
Published on June 27, 2010 07:00