My fine point line drawing of Irises and Dragonflies moving in the breeze.
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Bruce sat down on his aisle seat and strapped in. He was flying out to Paris, for his much awaited date with Lorraine. He had met her a few years ago when he was vacationing in Ibiza. They got on well and after a few nights decided to take it further. Lorraine was French, rich and a corporate lawyer. Bruce was a dreamy, slightly rumpled but handsome young man. He worked in a bank. He pushed other people's money around. His life was really forgettable. Meeting Lorraine had made him feel that it was worth remembering after all. They were going steady for almost six years now.
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Fine tip drawing of a hummingbird drawing nectar from fuchsias, its vibrant beating wings, butterflies and bees.
Do you remember my dearest…?
Prabhavati sat at her window, her ears throbbing to the rhythm of the rain and eyes gazing into the hazy distance. Her thoughts had already run away across the fields. Had he been caught in the down pour?
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