He doesn’t give a damn about me. Lonely and bored, Blaire steps out of the sizzling sunny day into Lacey’s Lamp expecting a cool drink, not to be asked what she thirsts for more than anything else. Captivated by the festive light dancing in the barkeep’s gaze, she spits out the first silly thing that comes to mind. Unfortunately as thunderclouds gather, Blaire learns how dangerous wishes can be.
When Scott opens the door of a strange shop, the man behind the counter asks what he yearns for. Scott throws caution aside and goes for the shooting star, tossing every coin he has in the well, blowing out all the birthday candles, as he speaks from his heart. She still loves me, right? After the clouds burst, Scott comes to understand how erotic genuine desire can be.
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Congrats, Arlene! Love this premise, and how cool is it that you're the lead author of the anthology?
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Thanks, Cate, and Barb and the rest of you for all your support. It means the world to me.
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