Dancing with Fate

My life has become an endless dance with Fate I bow and she curtsies, her smile is somewhat mischievous Then, with a could hand, she takes my arm I try to lead, as it is proper I should, but her grip is strong and she twirls beyond my control She spins faster and faster and …

It was not Fate

He had light green eyes and was dark and curious, like a cat forever exploring new corners and testing old rules. Her hair was burnt auburn and her eyes glowed a firey cognac, staring suspiciously from her freckled face as she created mischief she would never account for. He hid his strength; and that he …