Grimm Curiosities

by Sharon Lynn Fisher

The sight of her in that gown, which bared her shoulders and perfectly complemented her eyes, literally took my breath away. If anything, my anger simmered hotter. Why should Stoke enjoy such a privilege?

I had at some point come to think of Lizzy as my own. Not oafishly, in the sense of wanting to control her. But having some claim to the privilege of hearing her voice. Of knowing her thoughts. Of walking beside her, be it to the dance floor, to the church, or to the ends of the earth.

Because nothing I would gain by losing you could make my life worth living.”