Marlena pulled the little black Mercedes coupe into her parking space. She cut the engine and sat there for a moment and sighed. She was exhausted. Work had been so hectic these past few weeks for both her and for John and they’d had very little time together. She gathered her belongings and got out, slowly sauntering …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 