3 Quotes by Julie Bozza

Hilary took a moment to rest careful fingertips against his cheek, reliving the sense–memory of Tom’s lips against his skin. He thought that, if he were especially careful with it, if he nurtured it and didn’t wear it out, that moment might see him through decades of loneliness.

He powered down the laptop, and went to curl up on his bed with his Kindle instead. There were romances to be read, and therefore all was right with the world.

He stood alone in the twilight, staring back at the blue flowers of the rogue groundcover that had infiltrated his garden. He’d fought it long enough. It was time to accept the inevitability. Albert muttered, “Let the damn thing grow.