Clemmy was elated. Although she had some doubts from the late night phone call, she truly wanted to see Jude again. She sprayed some patchouli mist in her hair and meditated for a few minutes to get her mind right. Then out the door she went.
Jude was standing outside of Randall’s, leaning on a light pole looking all cool and shit. The smoke from his Gudrang Garam clove danced through his bearded lips, into the air like frolicking doves.
“Hey there, my Clemmy. Lookin’ hot today,” said Jude with a confident smile. Continue reading