Rekindled romance Stories

Late morning sunlight streamed through the barn door as it creaked open, revealing shadows and memories. Alyssa stepped inside, the familiar scent of hay, leather, and old wood wrapping around her like an embrace. Her heart pounded. Four years had gone by, yet her body remembered everything about this space, the rough-hewn beams overhead, the worn wooden floor beneath, the way sunlight filtered through cracks in the walls...

Alyssa The sun hung low in the sky, casting beautiful light rays over the ranch. Settling onto the porch swing, the familiar creak of the old wood beneath me brought back memories of the recent journey home. Five days since I left San Francisco, deliberately taking the scenic way. Each mile peeled away another layer of who I'd become, revealing what had always been there underneath. My truck, a battered ranch pickup, humm...

The soft murmur of conversations blended with the clinking of silverware against plates at Doris's Café. Lunchtime brought in the usual mix, ranchers with dust-caked boots, shopkeepers stealing quick lunch breaks, retirees lingering over coffee. Matt sat in his corner booth, pen scratching out a legal brief across a yellow pad while Johnny Cash's gravelly voice drifted from the radio. A half-eaten sandwich sat neglected t...

I’m getting annoyed. I’ve been ready to pay for my hot chocolate for ten minutes now, but still no waiter in sight. It’s the first day with good weather during my vacation and I do not want to waste any more sunlight in this café, as cozy as it may be. I grab the empty mug in front of me that still exudes the aroma of delicious chocolate. I head towards the counter, done waiting for someone to come to my table. Well, they...

I was in the office, editing one of my articles when he arrived. It was mid-morning, so I wasn’t expecting anyone. I had been working vigilantly on an interview I had recently had with a local chef at the newest hipster restaurant in town when Patty, the receptionist, called my desk. “Arts and Entertainment, this is Sarah,” I answered automatically. “This is reception. I have a … person here who says he is an old friend o...

Kim and I went on a couple of dates over the next few weeks. We would finish up at my place for beautiful, unhurried love-making, just as sexy as it had alwaÿs been. Despite our relationship going well, I was still preoccupied by the way things were left unfinished with Roz. Would she ever write to let me know what happened in her court case? Would she ever come back to London or was she settled in Swindon at her parents'...