I'd love to, Mac. But first, I've just got to get myself writing again.
Here is my never-published draft of something unknown.... I wrote it on June 10th, 2009.
Kate saw him on the train that day. Cold air rushed past her as the doors opened, carrying the din of the commuters as well as the scent of his cologne. Sam's cologne was, as usual, too strong and she felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch him.
He hadn't seen her. Kate's fingers twitched toward him and then fell still as her mind played out the outcome of taking action on her urge to feel that soft spot below his earlobe. Sighing and biting her lip, she attempted distraction by looking out the window at the streak of scenery that flew by the oblivious commuters.
Who's Kate? I have no idea. But I think I'd like to figure it out.