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

The Passionate Passion
by Constance Farmer Hershey, AA

   Waiting alone in the frost-blue frock he had so often praised, with the quizzical aroma of fresh mulberry pies wafting in from outside, the twice-jilted Luiz thought once more of Long Gail, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his life’s work. He was now, according to The Times, prospecting for silver in the Andes.
   At that moment came a flurry of activity, and she dropped the brimming wine glass heedlessly on the rug. He was here! “There’s only ever been you, you whose lips have unquenchable central heating!” he chuckled with a confidence that brooked neither denial nor disagreement.
   Abruptly, he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, and as it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, she started to think about what they would call their children.

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