There
was a weight on his chest, and it was warm, comfortably so. He instinctively cradled it and felt arms go
around his hips and to his back. For no
reason, Joe felt the moment was framed in gold.
He had just enough time to see her dark tresses spread about his chest
as he and this golden person fell. A
perfect moment. A perfect meeting.
The force of his body hitting the floor unmercifully interrupted all
that.
“Are you an imbecile? Get up and
run! Go!”
(from Average Joe
& The Extraordinaires by Belart Wright)
4½*/10.
The complete review is here.
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