Picking Peaches (Rosewood)

by Ansley B. Calloway

That was next on my list of achievements, making her smile would be the ultimate prize.

​My anxiety was a little silly.

She just wanted to come see my cat.

The bar is so low in hell.

I was swept up in her pretty words and even prettier eyes.

I wanted to know how her writing was going. I wanted to know if she was taking care of herself and getting fresh air. Most importantly, I wanted to know if she thought about me too.

​That smile could light up entire oceans.