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As Time
Goes By: An Interracial BWWM Romance by Tiffany McDowell
The hundred story Signet tower hovered menacingly over
downtown Detroit, casting its shadow over the debris littered pavement.
Marg walked tentatively down the concrete steps to the
street below, her hand thrust into her purse, clutching the mace in her hand
and braving the whipping winds that wrapped their invisible icy arms around her
nervous throat.
The chill was intolerable, and she used her free hand to
raise the scarf higher until she could sling it back around her bare neck.
Temperatures had dipped to below freezing, and the warm
cheer of bright blue skies and a blazing sun so eloquently predicted by the
local TV station had not materialized. In its place was a barrage of fierce
frozen winds and grey overcast clouds.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
The voice was vaguely familiar. She tried hard to place it,
but couldn’t. It was unrecognizable not because the voice was strange or weird,
but because the scarf was wrapped around her almost frost bitten ears, and muffled
her reception of the sounds.
She turned around and gasped in amazement at the sight of
Arnold Winston, a former city councillor that she had once approached about
solving a potential building tax problem she was having with a zoning application
for a charity she was helping out.
“Mr. Winston, how very nice to see you again.”
“Likewise, Andrea, isn’t it?”
“Actually, it’s Marg.”
“Ah yes, Marg. I used to see so many faces, hundreds a
week, actually, so while I do remember the faces, it’s hard to place the
names.”
“I guess us black voters look all the same to you white
politicians,” she said playfully, letting him know she was willing to flirt, at
least for the time being.
“Not at all. I remember you clearly because you were the
prettiest lady ever to grace my office.”
She narrowed her stunning brown eyes with the rust colored
mascara into two appreciative slats. Good compliments were where you found
them, especially in a city that had filed for bankruptcy and was always
teetering on the brink of financial annihilation. People had left in droves to
find hard to come by jobs elsewhere.
The sound of sudden barking seemed to make Arnold nervous.
“Shit! Those damn dogs again. A wild pack. They’ll bark and claw at anybody
they think might have food on them.”
Marg eyed them carefully. She counted five in all. They did
seem aggressive and rather large, with one barking incessantly, looking as
though it were actually foaming at the mouth.
“Maybe we should call animal control,” she suggested.
He shook his head from side to side. “Wouldn’t do much
good. With the recent cutbacks they only have about three animal control
officers left on staff. At one point they used to have thirty.”
“Only three animal control officers for the whole city?”
“You got it. The cutbacks have been pretty deep and
brutal.”
She shrugged. “Don’t I know it. I used to work as a legal
assistant in the mayor’s office, but then about six months ago, wham! The axe
came down on most of us.”
“Me as well,” he said, shrugging helplessly. “That’s why
I’m not a councillor anymore. They
unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal,
criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain,
is investigated by the FBI, and is punishable by up to five years in federal
prison, and a fine of up to $250,000 dollars.
Please
purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or
encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the
author’s rights are appreciated.
This
book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are
products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual locales, events or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.
As Time
Goes By: An Interracial BWWM Romance by Tiffany McDowell
The hundred story Signet tower hovered menacingly over
downtown Detroit, casting its shadow over the debris littered pavement.
Marg walked tentatively down the concrete steps to the
street below, her hand thrust into her purse, clutching the mace in her hand
and braving the whipping winds that wrapped their invisible icy arms around her
nervous throat.
The chill was intolerable, and she used her free hand to
raise the scarf higher until she could sling it back around her bare neck.
Temperatures had dipped to below freezing, and the warm
cheer of bright blue skies and a blazing sun so eloquently predicted by the
local TV station had not materialized. In its place was a barrage of fierce
frozen winds and grey overcast clouds.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
The voice was vaguely familiar. She tried hard to place it,
but couldn’t. It was unrecognizable not because the voice was strange or weird,
but because the scarf was wrapped around her almost frost bitten ears, and muffled
her reception of the sounds.
She turned around and gasped in amazement at the sight of
Arnold Winston, a former city councillor that she had once approached about
solving a potential building tax problem she was having with a zoning application
for a charity she was helping out.
“Mr. Winston, how very nice to see you again.”
“Likewise, Andrea, isn’t it?”
“Actually, it’s Marg.”
“Ah yes, Marg. I used to see so many faces, hundreds a
week, actually, so while I do remember the faces, it’s hard to place the
names.”
“I guess us black voters look all the same to you white
politicians,” she said playfully, letting him know she was willing to flirt, at
least for the time being.
“Not at all. I remember you clearly because you were the
prettiest lady ever to grace my office.”
She narrowed her stunning brown eyes with the rust colored
mascara into two appreciative slats. Good compliments were where you found
them, especially in a city that had filed for bankruptcy and was always
teetering on the brink of financial annihilation. People had left in droves to
find hard to come by jobs elsewhere.
The sound of sudden barking seemed to make Arnold nervous.
“Shit! Those damn dogs again. A wild pack. They’ll bark and claw at anybody
they think might have food on them.”
Marg eyed them carefully. She counted five in all. They did
seem aggressive and rather large, with one barking incessantly, looking as
though it were actually foaming at the mouth.
“Maybe we should call animal control,” she suggested.
He shook his head from side to side. “Wouldn’t do much
good. With the recent cutbacks they only have about three animal control
officers left on staff. At one point they used to have thirty.”
“Only three animal control officers for the whole city?”
“You got it. The cutbacks have been pretty deep and
brutal.”
She shrugged. “Don’t I know it. I used to work as a legal
assistant in the mayor’s office, but then about six months ago, wham! The axe
came down on most of us.”
“Me as well,” he said, shrugging helplessly. “That’s why
I’m not a councillor anymore. They
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