Cliché in Blue

by Juliette Sebock He hates cliché, so  it makes sense that we’re anything but.   No Romeo, no Juliet,  a rose is just a rose and the violets stay purple, never blue. Then again, neither are we— blue, that is.   How could I be blue when I’m standing with you?   As a matter of fact, I’m happy as a clam.   Your Read More

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Teddy sat on the bench and sobbed. Around him, gathering clouds had driven most other people out of the park. But Teddy didn’t care. Pasua’s rejection had ruined the romantic view long before the clouds came. Now, the darkening sky matched Teddy’s mood. Against his will, Teddy’s eyes found the gray, felt box where it lay discarded on the bench. Read More