Labor

Roz Carter
2 min readAug 7, 2018
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Hope couldn’t afford to be seen, so she stood still. She didn’t want Dane to spy her watching him. But he was so nice to watch. Hope would never have guessed that her grumpy upstairs neighbor had muscles let alone so any of them. She snagged her bottom lip with her teeth. It had been months since she’d broken up with Rob and here was this man, and his muscles glinting with sweat in the autumn sunshine.

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Roz Carter

Roz Carter writes stories with powerful Black women. She coaches and edits fiction. She loves coffee, soap operas, and her cat. Linktr.ee/blackbrownbeigewriting