Flash in the Pan

She breezed through the door in a cloud of Chanel No. 5.

Flash in the Pan

Pequita stumbled into the cantina, covered in red clay dust and sweat.

Muse for Monday

There seems to be an imp who has been missing from The M3 Blog of late. She comes with a bit of fire in her wings tonight.

Flash in the Pan

Everything was perfect; from the linens to the music to the punctuality of the meal.

Hot Flash

Giselle was pale when she staggered into the living room. Her hands trembled.