Conversation. An exchange of words. Verbal currency. Whatever you call two people/characters trading witty repartee. Insert it here and start shaking. Most writers I know hate writing dialogue. Some fear it like the monsters underneath their childhood beds. And others are in love with it. There is no middle ground. However, the consensus on what ...

The weight of his hand in mine pinned me to him, like heated lead or softened steel.   Skin to skin- whiskey neat against peached porcelain.   “I’m listening.”   Two words, a command, really. Meant to bridge the deepening gorge between us.   Silence. Swirls of phrases stained the tip of my tongue, but ...