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#1041466 added December 6, 2022 at 5:37pm
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Stolen Kiss
Word count = 296 (This monologue is strictly fiction)

My wife and I were having problems. Part of it was work, I was away more than home. Even so, it provided me time to reflect and get a break, so when my sister-in-law, Stacie, came to visit I thought it would do the same for Brenda.

It did, Brenda was happier than she'd been in a long time. They had plenty of time to visit, reminisce, shop, and go sightseeing. Everything was pleasant; life was good until Stacie asked to see the Black Hills. Brenda didn’t like riding on mountain roads, there was no way she was going to drive them. Stacie offered to, but Brenda didn’t trust her and refused to go.

Unfamiliar with the area and not knowing where anything was, Stacie asked if I would drive. I had the weekend off, so I agreed. But, this, made Brenda jealous, she was in my face snapping about how fast I did things for Stacie, but not her.

This wasn’t true. I tried explaining, but the more I talked, the angrier she became. No more was said until Saturday when it was time to go. Brenda refused! I thought about canceling, but before I could I saw tears in Stacie’s eyes and didn’t have the heart to.

We drove places I knew she would enjoy including a scenic route through The Needles. We stopped at a remote overlook and spent a wonderful afternoon talking and hiking. Soon, the sun was nearing the horizon, it was time to leave. Taking one last look at the scenery, I saw an eagle overhead and pointed. She watched for a moment, then faced me smiling. Suddenly her arms were around me and her lips joined with mine.

The first kiss was stolen, but the rest were freely given.

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My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?" "Writing is my passion."