Dippy Eggs
written by: Verity Mason
His deep caramel drawl has me swooning. Heat flames my breasts as I replay last night in my mind.
“Make me dippy eggs with soldiers, and I’m yours.”
“Coming, Brett.”
Eggy nectar drips from the toast; his cheeky smile broadens.
“Marry me, Camilla? I love you. ”
I laugh. “Let me ask my husband.”
JULY 2023 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Her first love is writing and has been honing her craft for many years. With painting her second love, her art is locally recognised for its seascapes. Well travelled, she once took a cruiser out to Alcatraz where she was locked in solitary confinement for an hour. "That hour, felt like days," she recalls with a sense of accomplishment.
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