Love Lessons
“Valentine Schmalentine!
If there was one thing Grace couldn’t write—or draw—about, it was couples falling in love, which was why her comic strip was a satirical take on dating and mating. After all, one had to write about what one knew, right? And here in Deerfield, Alberta, where the pickings were slim to none, she was more likely to run into a moose at her favorite nightclub than the love of her life—which made it rather difficult to write about the adorable little things that supposedly happened between two people in love. Damn. Damn. Damn.
She grabbed another sheet of paper and tried again. When she looked at her lame attempt to draw love, what she saw was some idiot standing on Kate’s doorstep, holding a wilted bouquet of flowers and a half-eaten box of chocolates. She gave an exaggerated sigh and gazed out her small sliver of an office window, thankful she actually had one in her pod. Cold February wind whistled outside, blowing up a light dusting of snow in fron...t of her frosty pane. Hugging herself to ward off a chill, Grace stared off into the distance and caught sight of Stone Cliff Resort, a vacation destination that beckoned travelers from all over the world. Fresh stock came in daily at Stone Cliff, all dressed in tight ski pants and ready to hit the slopes. Her fingers drummed on the sleeve of her blouse.MoreLess
If there was one thing Grace couldn’t write—or draw—about, it was couples falling in love, which was why her comic strip was a satirical take on dating and mating. After all, one had to write about what one knew, right? And here in Deerfield, Alberta, where the pickings were slim to none, she was more likely to run into a moose at her favorite nightclub than the love of her life—which made it rather difficult to write about the adorable little things that supposedly happened between two people in love. Damn. Damn. Damn.
She grabbed another sheet of paper and tried again. When she looked at her lame attempt to draw love, what she saw was some idiot standing on Kate’s doorstep, holding a wilted bouquet of flowers and a half-eaten box of chocolates. She gave an exaggerated sigh and gazed out her small sliver of an office window, thankful she actually had one in her pod. Cold February wind whistled outside, blowing up a light dusting of snow in fron...t of her frosty pane. Hugging herself to ward off a chill, Grace stared off into the distance and caught sight of Stone Cliff Resort, a vacation destination that beckoned travelers from all over the world. Fresh stock came in daily at Stone Cliff, all dressed in tight ski pants and ready to hit the slopes. Her fingers drummed on the sleeve of her blouse.MoreLess
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