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

Verdant Entanglements, Foreboding Shadows
by Holly Warbucks, MA

   Waiting alone in the quiet chapel where they had first met, with the antediluvian fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, Sam thought once more of Long Neil, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to father, struggling for life in the intensive care ward.
   It was then that came a peal of mighty bells, and she nearly swooned. He was here! “I’ve been mad, simply mad, without you to douse my fires, beloved!” he said.
   Just then, it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, and as the band began to play, she started to think about what they would call their children.

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