The Author’s Cave March Horror eZine is here, and features yours truly! (and a bunch of other talented folks as well, of course)
He heard the water stop and the clunk of the heavy plastic shower door slide open, and all thoughts of the bank disappeared. She walked out of the bathroom wearing one towel around her body and another wrapped in a pile on her head. Their eyes met, she blushed, and he felt those butterflies again.
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