Stella

by Maura Campbell

He had to have her. He knew it the moment his eyes spotted her curvy lines and bold bordering on brassy countenance. Subtlety is overrated - he appreciated the in your face, I will not be overlooked, I will be heard quality that screamed from her every inch. She beckoned with a bewitching come hither quality that he could not resist. So he straddled her, turned the key and brought her engine to life. Stella was his.

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Maura Campbell usually writes for other people - putting words in the mouths of (and on the page for) assorted public relations and marketing clients. This time of year in Michigan, she misses the sun and finds herself longing for her home state of Colorado.