Welcome to this week's edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Save. This is a work in progress, still untitled and is a first draft. Jill stood at the window, with her arms folded against her chest looking out the window. She stood there for the longest time watching the planes take off and land. Taking a deep breath, she smiled in satisfaction. This was the first time in a long time she felt like she didn’t have the weight of the world on her back. It felt great to be back home, to her roots, where she was born and raised. New York, there was nothing like it. First thing in the morning, she would go across the street to the mini shopping center and get herself a couple of sweaters and a few more pairs of jeans. In California, she lived in shorts and dresses. The only time she needed to get dressed was when they had a meeting with the big bosses. Jill slid into her cotton nightgown; another thing to add to the list, flannel pajamas.  ...

--> Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Wine.  For my blog, I choose to keep the scene PG.                                  Pia took a sip of her wine before setting her long black stem glass down on the frosted glass coasters on her cocktail table.   Lorenzo stood in front of her, extending his hand toward her. “Come here.” Pia took his hand and slipped into his arms as they danced to the soft love song playing on the stereo.   Since Lorenzo had become a part of her life, she started to see and appreciate things she never did before.   Dancing, well this was one of her passions.   Growing up, she had always wanted to go to dance school, but with her father in and out of jobs, her parents couldn’t afford to send her.   Pia took a few dance classes while she atte...