*She was like a prized possession being showcased in a maroon strapless dress; a one piece outer garment that told a story; a narrative of erotic events; shiny; zipped in the back; hugging her hips like a mother's love.
*She was very affable, maintaining the flow of conversation; their social interaction was as if they had known each other for years. Good hearted kidding and teasing; occasional smiling; the kind of smiles that were misconstrued; the ones that started rumors; and it was only a matter of time before those newsworthy rumor mills ran at full speed around the ballroom.
*She was a piece of work. Like a difficult puzzle. Conventional with an edginess to her. She was the kind of girl that expected a man to open the door for her, but dared him to slap her on the butt when she walked by.
*All business matters were complete. The twosome dallied around the room on opposite ends of the futon, exchanging laughs, smiles, a...
Spoken Hot Fridays was an event hosted by RedCat, an upscale bar in midtown Nashville, where artist expressed themselves through rhythmic grace. Candles were lit and the lights severely lacked in sharpness while the band softly carried tunes of jazz in the immediate background of the poets. Sitting unethically close on the loveseat while nursing their individual long islands existed an intimate connection between Keys and Hayley. As their ears found pleasure, the mood was heavily influenced by the thought provoking words of the poems.
Speaking into the microphone, the M.C. said….
“Ok everyone! Give it up once again for Victor Kidd!”
The crowd greatly applauded
“Alright. Now. Coming to the stage next. This young lady is no stranger to us at RedCat. She is truly, truly gifted in her literary works. Not taking my word for it, according to amazon.com, she has reportedly sold over 11,000 copies of her latest book titled Amongst All. S...