Excerpt
“The life I have known is burning. Let a gust of wind carry the ashes away,” I said with conviction in my voice. It felt like an ending to a beginning—I looked forward to.
I looked out my window to see children laughing and playing in the circular fountain rings across the street at Atlanta’s Centennial Olympic Park. I quite often glance out of the two-story school building where I teach to see life in progress in downtown Atlanta.
Today was a great day. I received many gifts and cards from my students. I will see many of them next year, just not in my class. Tomorrow I’ll begin working with the preschoolers, which will be a nice change of pace.
After a long day with the kids, I made my way down onto Luckie Street and shouted, “Betty, I’ll see you in the morning!”
As I strolled down the street, the sky, once pure blue and empty of clouds, began to darken. I looked up to see the clouds roaring in, thick and with a dirty tint. The sky’s pure blue had turned somber.
“Great! It’s beginning to drizzle,” I said to myself, as I continued to walk. The drizzles were coming faster, steadier, and harder.
Spotting a bookstore, I said to myself, “I better go in here, because a sister isn’t trying to get her hair messed up.”
While standing in the doorway, I decided I’d go inside and check on a few home-improvement books. I like to be creative with my townhouse. There are a few things I have in my home that just stand out and everyone loves them. I try to tell people to check out the show Trading Spaces. It’s a great home decorating show.
As I thumbed through a book, I sneezed.
“Bless you.”
I looked to my right. There stood a stunning African-American man. He looked through the books on the opposite bookshelf, behind me.
“Thank you,” I said with pleasure in my voice.
“You’re welcome. Make sure to dust the book before you start thumbing through it,” he said with a cordial smile.
Like, whoa, what a beautiful brother. He lifted the spirit of my mood.
“Thanks again,” I said, as I continued to look through the book. I didn’t want to appear overjoyed by him.
In my head, I went through what I just had a glimpse of. A tall brother, who had to be at least six feet, three inches tall, and his gear suited him well. His skin had a smooth, dark caramel tone. His hair was cut low, with a little extra on top.
His voice caught my attention, but his beautiful smile was also inviting. The tone of his voice resonated in my mind: deep, smooth and strong.
As I stared into the book and thought of this man, I casually looked back over to the right to take another look, to make sure I hadn't missed anything.
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