Grief stricken, Sarah takes a Christmas trip to Venice where she finds healing in an unexpected quarter.
He was wearing a mask; a typical Venetian mask, covering the top half of his face. The effect was surreal and I was slightly taken aback, perhaps he was on his way to a party and had just stopped for a smoke? I would never know, for instantly he was gone, melting into the side streets, leaving me alone once again...
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Published December 15, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.