Jessica Becking

“Yeah…. But that’s life. We all face our forks.”

Deke paused, glancing around. Too many eyes were on him, too many titters of laughter echoed in his ears.

She’d looked like a frozen tumbleweed then, blond waves crisped with frost. Every face had turned to stare at her as she perched on a barstool.

Part 4 of 4 The bag was full and the blue dress still hung there.  Alice dragged the bag out into the main room, propping it up against the couch. …

Part 3 of 4 Byron popped out of the bed and barked at her, the red and black tip of his nose just visible over the dark wood. “What am…

Part 2 of 4 “Pleasure to meet you Alice.” His voice had turned her name into a song.  Alice grinned even now at the memory. “So, what do you do…

Part 1 of 4 Alice had gone through her wardrobe mentally twice before the alarm on her blackberry chimed Saturday morning.  It took an eternity for the room to lighten…