Not Like a Girl Loves a Boy

Dreams were wonderful that way — transcending gravity and physics — all confines of the physical world. Kurt’s two-day facial scruff added grit to his demeanor. Stage lights shined hot on his gold locks as he rocked back and forth. A cigarette burn hole was front and center on the ragged too-large sweater hanging on his small frame. Nikki felt the bass in her chest. She could see occasional darts of saliva shoot from his beautiful mouth as the sandpaper angst made its way into the world. She loved him. But not like a girl loves a boy. The love was something spiritual. She could rely on him. He was always the same. He was not afraid to be himself totally. He was not afraid to let the ugly show. He was not afraid to let the anger show. He felt deeply. He lived deeply.

Excerpt from “Paper Girl.” Click BUY NOW link to purchase the paperback or the e-book.

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