Kurt Ulmer: 2 books

The violins tease me. Come! Come dance! The enchantress waits. I hear the song and feel the touch of her hand. She invites me to dance. Unsure, I sway. Why me? I look into her eyes and know. We hold hands and move and turn and turn and turn as the melancholy air dissolves and the tempo quickens. Turn,...

He wasn’t asking for the great love, the grande affair, the unforgettable one or the lightning bolt of love at first sight. He yearned for the real thing and if it didn't come his way, then at least someone to walk joyfully and contentedly beside him on a sunlit path to happiness. Surely that wasn’t...