Cyncerely Yours
by Eileen Wilks
Bonus Story: Cyncerely
YoursIt was a warm, sunny morning in Washington,
DC. Scraps of white fluff trailed across the bare dome of the sky, a lacy
lingerie more tease than cover. The air was damp and fragrant; the grass was
just damp.It had rained yesterday. Rain was forecast for tomorrow. But
it was not raining this morning. Cullen regarded it all—wet grass,
sweet-smelling air, blue sky—with exhilarated wonder. “No rain,” he pointed out
to his best man. “They were predicting rain, you know.”“True,” Rule
said. “It has remained true every time you’ve mentioned it.”
YoursIt was a warm, sunny morning in Washington,
DC. Scraps of white fluff trailed across the bare dome of the sky, a lacy
lingerie more tease than cover. The air was damp and fragrant; the grass was
just damp.It had rained yesterday. Rain was forecast for tomorrow. But
it was not raining this morning. Cullen regarded it all—wet grass,
sweet-smelling air, blue sky—with exhilarated wonder. “No rain,” he pointed out
to his best man. “They were predicting rain, you know.”“True,” Rule
said. “It has remained true every time you’ve mentioned it.”