For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Ebony Troubles Among the Seductive Sky
by Jacqueline Cleveland Dyson Sarfatti, RCMP (ret.)

   Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the tawdry faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, the wholly heartbroken Kerry thought once more of the fearless Terri, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to Brother Jesus, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
   At long last came an abrupt fanfare from the long-silent trumpets, and she rose to face the inevitable. He was here! “Come to me, beloved!” he stammered as the blood rose in his face and ears.
   Abruptly, he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, and as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she knew that at last he was hers — and that only death could part them.

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