Quincy Nye arrived home from work moments later. Despite the laughter emanating from his child's room, he recognized his wife's distress on sight. And how Janey loved him for it. He came in all loud and cheerful, dishing out rough and tumble hugs with warm strong arms.
Janey felt his stubble on her cheek and inhaled the scent of him, soap and sunshine though he spent his days mostly in an office. She took a huge shuddering breath of his spirit. Her head began to slow down.
Quincy ushered his ladies out of the house into their small yard. They lived close to downtown which afforded a pleasant sense of business and togetherness with life and the world, but not so much in terms of acreage. All the same, they made the most of their small plot of land with the roses, an herb garden, and a tire swing hanging from an oak tree that reached forty feet toward heaven.
Quincy pushed Adelle on the swing while Janey busied herself weeding her little garden and watching the two whom she adored. The head ache slipped back to dull ache status and she loved the breeze on her face.
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The Place Between Dreams
Mystery / ThrillerJaney Nye didn't find out until she was a teenager, that her childhood ability to lucid dream was special. By the time she realized not everybody could tell that they were dreaming and control the subject matter of said dreams; she'd lost the abili...
