Recent content by David Hartwood

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); A smile fully cracked across his face as Adelyn slid across the ice and bumped into his car. He reached for the pocket of his jacket, then remembered he had put it around her. As he...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); “Still, you grew up with people like you around? That’s great. It must be nice to have people around who understand.” He managed to keep the slight twinge of envy out of his voice...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); “No, my family wasn’t like me. Not unless my parents hid it very well. I’m the first meta in the family. And you didn’t make me sad, Adelyn. It’s… comforting to know you grew up with that...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); The smile on his face cracked into a grin at the enthusiastic shake she gave him. He chuckled a little, low and soft, after she complimented his gloves. They were older winter driving...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); “Might as well enjoy what you have indeed. Seems to be the way of life, honestly. If you don’t enjoy what you have, then why bother?” He punched a few more numbers into his calculator...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); She was blushing, which was a good sign. It meant she still had enough functionality in her body to generate some heat. He softly breathed in and out, not quite a sigh, as she started...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); Her use of the term “we” hit him a bit harder than he would have liked to admit. He knew what it was like to be alone in the world, alone and different. Having someone else like her, even...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); So she wasn’t lost. That much was good, at least. For a moment he thought about leaving her there. But she’d most definitely freeze to death if he did that. So instead, David nodded his...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); It was twenty-eight degrees outside in Pittsburgh, and David was not pleased. He sighed as he trudged through the snow, as it fell lightly around him in a powdery cloud that lowered his...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); “Alissa.” He drew her name out as he said it, a hint of something in his lazy smile. He looked up at her and held her eyes for a moment before looking back down, his smile returning to...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); David’s lips quirked when Ms. Lark threw back the drink she had made for him in two gulps. He suppressed the full smile he wanted to give her and turned his eyes back to the paperwork...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); The paint missed David, probably because he was crouched behind the shelf with the kid. The yellow stuff was everywhere when he stood up and disengaged from the mess in front of him. The...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); Didn’t he move to Pittsburgh to get away from this kind of thing? David couldn’t help but sigh as he looked out from the aisle he had gotten stuck in when the robbery started. All he had...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); “I see, well, I’ll be more than happy to drink it after I…” He chose that moment to look back up from his documents and found his eyes dragging over her body before he found her face...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Amatic+SC:wght@400;700&family=Mate+SC&display=swap); When Ms. Lark returned with the files he needed, she also returned with drinks– but not the hot drinks he had requested. It looked room temperature, but it most definitely smelled like...