Vivid

by Beverly Jenkins

"So in other words, you wish to see me struck by Cupid's arrow?" "Something like that, yes." "Oh ye of little faith. Not every female is rendered mindless just because a man brings her flowers or writes her sonnets in which moon always rhymes with June.

Didn't these men know anything about dreams?

He'd become less joyous, more serious. Now, over a decade later, he still carried remnants of much pain deep down inside. Yet being with Viveca seemed to be exposing those dark places to light.

"I know you didn't come here to be courted," he said. He took her hand and urged her to her feet. "No, I didn't." "But fate sometimes changes life around. I vowed to never risk my heart again, but for you..."

"I love your daughter as trees love spring rain, sir."