A NUGGET OF FICTION-ISH GOODNESS
“You’re beautiful,” Bluff Mesa said,raising a glass of Pinot to his beloved.
Hazel eyes shining, Veronica Chesterton flushed with finally requited love. “Oh, Bluff, how long I’ve waited.”
Bluff savored the grape. His piercing gaze – hazel eye quotient rivaling Veronica’s – caressed the far shore. “I await the moment we can be together again, my love.”
Confusion pummeled Veronica’s hazelness. “But I’m right here.”
Bluff couldn’t speak, eyes shining with tears.
Her eyes tracked his. Dual power of the hazels nearly swamped the forty-foot yacht across the bay.
Then Veronica understood.
Bluff sailed his craft alone forever more.