Debora Dale

Oh how I miss waking in the early morning to see these precious little creatures sitting on my nightstand.
#caturday #catmom

She looked at the photo, and it all came back like a tender embrace. Mama's voice. Singing, laughing. The scent of her perfume. The #warmth of her touch. It was all so real, as if years hadn't passed since she'd heard it, felt it, smelled it. Since she'd known the comfort of it, the love.
#vss365

Though the sharp lingering scent of cigar lingered in the room, she also noted the #warmth of another, more heady, fragrance. A scent wholly his. Like cashmere and cherry cordials. Like a place where troubles could be easily forgotten, if only for a few moments.
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense

#vss365

Thank you so much!

Tires spun on ice.
Got them!
He bolted from the room, nearly leapt down the entire flight of stairs, then raced from the house, and charged toward the street.
Too late.
Tires caught, and the car sped off, fishtailing around the #corner. Traveling too fast for him to even glimpse the tags.
#vss365

She wouldn't give him the #fight he wanted. Not this time. Fighting was his way of deflecting. His way of secreting away his own emotions. But he'd pried deeply into hers, and she'd been open with him. Painfully so. He'd earned her trust, and she needed to know she'd earned his as well.
#WIPsnips

She didn't recognize her niece any more. No longer saw the #precious squirmy bundle she helped bring into the world, or the little girl who at one time gleefully toddled to her w/giggles & open arms. "Whatever you're up to..." Her trembling voice gave away her terror. "...has to stop. Now."
#vss365

We're fighting over whether we're going to be a country.

It seemed she’d awakened to realize how phony it all was...even the landscape with foliage planted in groupings nature would never consider. And the people? Smiles to your face, insults to your back. They believed wealth determined #value. And she was valuable indeed. Though never valued.
#WIPsnips

Clearly this man took one look in the mirror each morning and figured he had it made. Why bother working on personality with a face as perfect as that? Dark-lashed brooding eyes, chiseled jaw. Heck, the man even had the regal nose and killer cheekbones of a movie star.
#vss365 #dark #amwriting

It took all of his effort to ignore the heat of her #touch. To not ease her away from him. To not draw her closer.
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense

Bleary-eyed, I looked into the NY sky where they said the Northern Lights might #loom bright.
They did not.
Instead, the night held its mysteries close, revealing only infinite space, majesty and starlit beauty; chilling contrasts to the horrors on earth where gluttony and madness rules.
#vss365

She heard him, saw him speaking and knew the words came from him, yet none of it sounded like the man she’d known all her life. His voice was thick and dry, like he was drained of all life, all hope, and all reason.
#WIPSnips #drain #amwriting #romanticsuspense

She wouldn’t cry again, not now. If she did, she might not stop...not until she’d replayed every cherished moment she’d spent with him, or until grief had drained her dry.
#WIPSnips #drain #amwriting

It's hard to believe this is our reality.

Didn't he say he'd call in the National Guard to protect the people? What is the update on that?

“Don’t you get it?” Her voice was a desperate whisper. “I’m not like you. I’ll never be like you. And I don’t want to be. I used to want, I used to #dream. And then I grew up. I’m perfectly happy the way I am. No ties, no commitments. No more grief or good-byes.”
#vss365 #amwriting #romanticsuspense

The sun shone bright and hot through the massive windows in the tiny alcove, toasting him like an ant under a magnifying glass.
#WIPSnips #sun

He blinked through the fog of the pain meds. Struggled to stand, stumbled, then tried to run, a slow lope that picked up speed until he got his footing, and took off toward the sound of her screams.
#vss365 #struggle #amwriting #romanticsuspense

He was suddenly next to her, his hand gentle on her arm. So gentle, she struggled to keep from turning into his embrace for one moment of comfort, one moment of connection.
#vss365 #struggle #amwriting

If only life did imitate art...

We watched this:

He heard her on the stairs but didn’t turn. Didn’t want to get into it with her. Whatever she had to say would be right. How dare he walk away from her, how dare he touch her at all. But he had, and if he hadn’t found the strength to stop, they’d both wind up eating #regret for breakfast.
#vss365

Too bad Congressional Republicans won't say the same thing.

Rob Reiner, Wife Michele Found Dead in Their L.A. Home with Knife Wounds Rob Reiner -- the legendary director -- and his wife Michele Singer Reiner have died ... TMZ has confirmed.

Oh. My. God. What is happening?

I felt this. I've lived this. You captured it beautifully.

Delicate flakes drifted lazily as if each sought an audience for its graceful descent from the sky. Tufts of blown breath stirred them, and their riotous swirling felt like a giggle before they righted themselves again. The #monotonous drone of winter, interrupted by lightness and beauty.
#vss365

With one hand up in surrender, he made a show of placing his taser on the floor. “You’re safe,” he said to her, and dragged himself up to his #full height. “I’m unarmed. Put the gun down.” He inched a hand toward her weapon. Used words to distract her. “It’s me. It’s okay. Put the gun--”
#WIPSnips

He sheathed the blade then placed it back into the briefcase. His firearm would be faster. Cleaner. But he didn’t want clean. Or quick. He wanted the moment to linger. To hurt. He wanted to see #full understanding dawn before death took hold.
#WIPSnips #amwriting #romanticsuspense