Simple Evidence
By Taryn Burt
Prologue: Smoothie Surprise
Helga sighed again as she pulled her car to a stop in front of her house. It had been a week since she had been to his house and she couldn't forget the words on the parchment on his table. She stepped out of her vehicle and dejectedly plodded to her door slipping her key from her purse and into her keyhole. Turning the lock open and sliding the door open, she tossed her purse to a nearby table and entered the kitchen to make a smoothie. Her mother had taught her in her senior year how to make rum smoothies and had instantly liked them; although she did hold her liquor better her mother had. And she only drank when stressed or depressed. Sipping her newly made smoothie and slipping her shoes off she went into her bedroom to rest. When she looked up to look at her inviting bed what she saw stunned her. She heard a faint tinkling and realized she had dropped her drink; she didn't care. Lying in her bed, in all his glory, was Arnold.
By Taryn Burt
Prologue: Smoothie Surprise
Helga sighed again as she pulled her car to a stop in front of her house. It had been a week since she had been to his house and she couldn't forget the words on the parchment on his table. She stepped out of her vehicle and dejectedly plodded to her door slipping her key from her purse and into her keyhole. Turning the lock open and sliding the door open, she tossed her purse to a nearby table and entered the kitchen to make a smoothie. Her mother had taught her in her senior year how to make rum smoothies and had instantly liked them; although she did hold her liquor better her mother had. And she only drank when stressed or depressed. Sipping her newly made smoothie and slipping her shoes off she went into her bedroom to rest. When she looked up to look at her inviting bed what she saw stunned her. She heard a faint tinkling and realized she had dropped her drink; she didn't care. Lying in her bed, in all his glory, was Arnold.