From Sleep May Come: Contemporary Romance Read Online Free Page B

Martha and Lucy. Ericson had just gone to lunch at the local vegan restaurant. Eight families were sitting down impatiently on the first floor. An old lady with her brother or so they looked like they may have been related. And the other people were elderly. One boney old man sat with his cane near by his side while he put on his reading glasses to read a digest health magazine. The doctor decided he would walk to the local bar that was five minutes away by foot. He would drink like a warrior who had recently conquered a battle. He deserved it, by the way. When did he ever let himself go and drink? Maybe he would meet a nice woman who so happened to be having a similar situation with her marriage. If so, thank god. The doctor would be able to acknowledge he was not alone in such a huge world full of heartbreaks. That he still wanted to earn back the purpose into his marriage.
     
    He politely asked for two shots of tequila. The bartender was a young woman with her brunette hair down past her shoulders. She asked to know his problem. Michael responded with hesitation to provide a short summary about his life. The bartender requested to be called, Kimberley.
     
    She said in a delicate tone. “Listen sweet pie. Everybody that comes in here has some sort of problem. What’s yours?” Kimberley asked with curiosity. Her eyes starred intently at the muscular guy with the light blue eyes. She thought that he had a toddler baby face.
     
    “Well… where to start? My wife can’t conceive and now she’s…” Michael warded off.
     
    “Yes?” Kimberley needed to hear the rest. She thought, one interesting looking guy with marital problems, coming right up.
     
    “Sorry. I have to leave.” Dr. Randall said without completing his alcohol beverage before leaving. Thinking could be one’s enemy. The mind wanted control even when it was incapable of handling everything at once. Temptation was also a man’s worst enemy. An urge to flirt with other woman until Samantha came in mind. Michael found himself near a public trash can and just puked what little he could. Two girl friends walking by expressed disgusted expressions. Samantha would not accept his apology if he cheated. And he did not want to anyway. He could not betray his wife. Life could not go on like this. Life had to get better. A new chapter had to unfold and along with it, good events. She can’t torture him like this forever. She will want to eventually talk. She will eventually need to stop staring at her window out to the snow. Samantha needed to rescue her loving husband. Or else other alterative plans would be taken into action. Michael washed his right hand all over his mouth to get off any puke. His white professional medical coat reeked of throw up. He quickly snapped off his medical coat and held it like a soaking towel. Now, his brown coat was visible as it kept him warm.
     
    Doctor Michael Randall had been moved to a different location.
     
     

Circumference of a Rose
     
    The circumference of a rose was given to Rachel Abram. This time was different from all the other times. When men asked her out she would gladly decline. Making some kind of excuse that was not honestly true. Her two favorite pick- up lines used to avoid communication with men were double- double scrabble. It hurt but it was necessary. ‘Sorry, but my mom is in the hospital and I need to watch over her’ or ‘It so happens that I’m married’ finished with a genuine smile. It was definitely not her fault that men were naturally attracted to her. She tried to be ugly by not wearing any make- up. During one summer break season, it was crazy to throw away all of her expensive cosmetic products just because she hated when married men flirted with her. They did not even bother to hide their wedding rings. What was it with dumb men? Sometimes they can be the hottest looking creatures in existence with the sweetest manners of how to treat a lady correctly. On the other hand, some men