DeeAnna Dederer
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First Dates and Flowers
"What's your favorite color?" Ellie looked up from her menu and across the table at her date, slightly caught off guard by the question. A small smile played at her lips as her eyes met the intense hazel eyes looking back at her. A grin slowly spread across her date's face as they made eye contact, causing a faint blush to color Ellie’s cheeks. Setting her menu down she maintained eye contact, ignoring the slow burn of red shading her cheeks. Her favorite color hadn't changed since she was a little kid, thankfully, which made it easy to answer in spite of the palpable energy buzzing between the two women.
By DeeAnna Dederer2 years ago in Fiction
Moving Forward
I hadn’t planned on being divorced at the age of only 28, though I honestly hadn’t planned on being married at such a young age either. The weight of my reality hadn’t fully hit me until then, as I walked out of the court house after signing the divorce papers. I contemplated how I was supposed to feel during the time it took me to walk to my car and determined the most prevalent feeling I had was relief. Unlocking my car door with the key fob, I chuckled to myself quietly. I’m pretty sure most people would expect me to feel sad, hurt or even depressed, but I felt none of those feelings. The marriage had self-destructed long before I asked for the divorce, leading me to have already worked through the pain and suffering portion. I was ready to move forward with my life and rediscover myself.
By DeeAnna Dederer3 years ago in Fiction
A Bull Named Joey
Something wet was being dragged across my face. As my sleep-induced befuddlement started to dissipate, the wetness dragged across my face again, this time accompanied by a low whine. With my head starting to clear the more I woke up, I realized the wet thing was my dog’s tongue and smiled lazily without opening my eyes. He must have noticed that I was coming-to because the kisses increased tenfold as he attempted to climb on top of me.
By DeeAnna Dederer3 years ago in Fiction
First Dates and Flowers
"What's your favorite color?" Ellie looked up from her menu and across the table at her date, slightly caught off guard by the question. A small smile played at her lips as her eyes met the intense hazel eyes looking back at her. A grin slowly spread across her date's face at the eye contact causing a faint blush to color her cheeks. Realizing she hadn't answered yet, Ellie set her menu down and made a show of thinking about her answer. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to drag it out a little before answering, her favorite color hadn't changed since she was a little kid.
By DeeAnna Dederer3 years ago in Fiction