Different Kinds of Love by JKForward

I feel a kind of pity for those in the wild burst of infatuation, ‘bazodee’ to use the Creole word or the Tagalog ‘kilig’ for butterflies in the stomach.

The maid brings wine to the lady, speaking brightly as she does so of its refreshing taste and distinguished vintage…

The two coffees would have cost just a coin or two, so why …

Perched in the prow of the family felucca, I felt as elegant as I knew I looked, especially as I was wearing a new jewelled collar. Down the Nile we glided.